Every thought A puddle that clouds your mind To roll in like a playful child Sometimes long enough You mull To be shrouded by Sooner or later you dust it off And lay it down To be puddled by new Growths of green Colour of a faded lime Not long enough A forest never enough There is winters and summers Seasons of all There is always, spring To fall upon
Posing naked in front of the mirror, Practicing dance moves with you, Watching movies lying on your back, Eating new stuff that we never had. While tracing back my happy days, I'll write it down with glitter.
On the hangers of your closet, Diverse masks dangle. Which one will you wear to appease the society tonight? Will you let someone see the real you or always remain misunderstood? Or will you let it drain all the oxygen from your blood?
Someone once told me That thunderstorms were a frightening event A dread that aches to the bone Yet, For me, They're a soothing lullaby A rumbling breath beneath the patter Of a million sweet droplets But now Before I close my eyes And roll into that soothing cascade My mind always drifts to her And I hope that my Comforting cacophony Has not come at the cost Of a nightmare