Sunny days, gloomy afternoons, lively nights & hollow moods. A crowded city, & little smiles. A busy street & lit up tiles. Busy ears & wide playlists. Leaves a busy city & distant relationships. In the city that never sleeps, we walk around all day long daydreaming. Of a different time, a different life, keeps the bad habits creeping. We’re all so close, yet actually so far. Packed on top of one another, in a little subway car. The screeching rails, steaming cloud from below, doesn’t always depict Marilyn Monroe. We all stay strong, and hope our loved ones do too. But we’re all so caught up, in our shiny phones and what’s playing through the Bluetooth. Eyes on phones, all day long. No wonder good habits, are tough to stay strong. Our concrete hearts, let us feel so little. Until it’s too late, and we feel all so brittle. Chisel away at your concrete heart, Allow your heart to feel what we should’ve from the start. Love, as they say, always prevails. Ultimately, love also, very much so, fails.
He was special, different and confident because he knew - in his looks and his personality. 5 o’clock shadow, piercing brown eyes, thick eyebrows and a strong, macho look on his fact like he didn’t have anything to smile about. But when he did smile, a soft charming, yet beaming smile portrayed a glowing aura in the air. It made you not want to look away. He was about 5’9 in height and muscular with big arms, proportioned extremely well. He stood tall with his back straight & good posture; his head up and chest out with a handsome smell and dressed well. He had a presence when he walked in a room, plenty times made tense, because his bravado and confidence took over the space. And it was damming to see him stand in that shine, never did he bow out to the corner to limit that aura. He could talk to anyone and he did, he always kept them smiling - and talking as well. He knew how to riff with anyone, and they all had a good time talking to him, it was impressive. But he was always alone, coming & going, as good as he made everyone feel, a lone soul as it seems.
The true color of the sky isn’t blue, it’s a never ending black, a constant ‘finite moving through the universe, only when the sun rises do we get that sky blue. Primary blue has effects on the mind that make us feel soothed and helps us unwind. We also use blue, when we’re feeling quite down. Life without you, is the worst kind of blue - the kind that never comes because the lack of sun, I never get that mind affect because I never see blue, I’m stuck in the dark, due to life without you. For my sun has been gone, so there goes my sky blue
