May rainbows light your darkest moments
May creature comforts be cute critters crossing your way
May sunshine warm you no matter the season with blue sky and magic
Look closely and you will find it
You are talented to know the great and the small
The best and the least.
The same on the spectrum if you look hard enough and care.
You do.
My wish is that you continue to amaze your fellow poets
Joy and happiness to you and yours

C@rainbowchaser2920

The harsh truth came when I saw someone die for the first time 
I couldn’t understand and since I haven’t drunk any wine 
I grew up suddenly way too fast 
I tried to take it as life’s big test 
But I broke and fell apart 

I’m 26 but I’m living life like I’m 80
I learned really soon there is no such things as tooth fairy 
I struggle with keeping myself alive 
I fight with the burden of all the false lies 
That they tell us when we’re young 

I thought it’s all in my head, this void that is nameless 
It sits in the back of my mind, just shapeless 
The real world is too small, mine is the biggest 
It covers everything, all is meaningless 

What is it I’m looking for 
Gold of rainbow at rainfall
What’s the purpose I can follow 
Why do I wake up tomorrow

You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.


Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.

man i'm tired of being sad
my eyes are sore from crying
it has to get better eventually
so that's why i keep trying

Every love song reminds me of him
I imagine us dancing to them.
A montage of us laughing and him
Twirling me in “I love you’s”plays
Keeping to the rhythm.

I want to be his, but we only exist in
My dreams.
I see him when my eyes shut or when I’m staring
Into space while thinking of him
And what could have (be)en.

When I awake or the music stops playing
I try to be happy
But the words are stuck in my head
Following me through the day.

Will I ever get over him or will he always drive me crazy?

He is my guilty pleasure,
The song I hate to love.
Can I bring myself to stop listening?
Or will I always be stuck?