The way the snow settles on a winter evening,
When you are still grieving; but-
You have a good day.
A warm cup of tea
Is why I stay.
Warm hugs
From people you haven't seen
In what feels like a millennia.
When your arms feel light
On a midsummer night
And you feel infinite
Is why I stay.
Friends who will go out
Without a doubt
No care in the world
Driving at midnight
With no destination
Is why I stay.
Beautiful, but sharp
Harsh, with meaning so soft
It’s a simple oxymoron.
A rose’s beauty
One not to forget,
Never to ignore.
Subtle innuendos
To life as we know
Conflicting as always
But ever so beautiful.
I crumble with each waking minute,
The clock ticks as my world collapses.
One second at peace,
The next in a million pieces.
When I wake up
I glue myself together,
Until one day–
My pieces have mended.
Making fractured porcelain
Into a beautiful mosaic.