Deep down, you’re really shallow.

They say that crushes are like fireworks:

Beautiful to watch but only lasting moments.

I tried to prolong you, grasping your components-

Futile.

Like a candle’s last breath, the falling tallow,

Like a rising fireworks expression, the vibrant hallow,

Deep down, you’re really shallow.

It’s funny how the mind makes full course meals out of breadcrumbs:

An occasi...

Thank the bottomless, boundless skies,

That garnish and adorn your spectacular eyes.

Thank the meadows for being a place to unwind,

They fawn upon what I indulge in: your brilliant mind.

Thank the oceans, the push and pull they learned from you,

Keeping those in your presence enthralled, never blue.

Thank the wind for its placid streams,

That come from your tongue, so calm, so serene.

Thank th...

If loving you was a crime,

I’d have a life sentence.

Locked in the dreary- Tight confines.

My entirety encapsulated, it shivers my spine

Over a crime, not so falsely accused

In hindsight. I’m rather amused

By the feelings that enchain me so,

Harmful feelings.

Separating myself from the me long ago

This sentence has resulted in this mess,

To alleviate the pain:

I must confess....

Turning up the volume once again,

I indulge

Into my happy place:

A world of chaos silenced

With one button’s press

Dries a tear’s descent down my face-

My mood bursting into flames

Untamed and bright

Bold and free

As a wildfire scorches in harmony

In a moment that seems to last forever.

However, as the chorus begins to fade

And the outside world pours in,

The wildfire becomes

A mere spark

A bro...

Though the cold, harsh beginning of a winters night,

Ill feelings have surfaced; come to light.

These feelings, however, bear a great albatross

An immense pressure: feelings of loss.

Like the ever-evident loss of time-

A feeling most draining, short of sublime,

Promotes an uncanny urgency, a great haste

To regain what’s lost, to close the space.

Or perhaps a loss in a friend or foe-

It feels the...

As a moth to a flame, I am to you.

You engulf me in rhapsodies of joy,

Like a blind lover enchained in your ploy.

You fill my mind when I have much to do

And I procrastinate; in pen I spew

Of fussiness and great feelings of coy

And moments with you I’d wish to enjoy.

These thoughts of you, so constantly accrued:

I’m at war with myself! Seeing your face

Turned away from that of mine is torture.

Th...

Under the glistening sky of Morrowsedge,

Two warriors, accompanied by their pledge:

To vanquish the dragon that ran amok,

And terrorised the town without cease or stop.

With their quick wits and clever planning,

(And tin foil to avoid a fiery tanning)

They soon arrived, winds blest,

To the apex of the dragon’s nest.

A peculiar thing there they were to reap:

The ruthless dragon was sound asleep...

Is there a greater feeling of melancholy than this?

To believe that one lacks, that one’s reason to exist

Is to emphasise the talent of others,

The talent in you, ruthlessly smothered.

To be imperfect was abhorrent, I thought;

A twisted lie, a status for-taught.

Yet this belief brings a whole host of troubles

The more you pursue, the more it bubbles

Into a frothy mess- stealing your vision:

Of ...

To a once condemned side of me, A side that pranced.

Tears that would fall, yet the side still danced.

Throughout the dreary and lachrymose,

A side that wandered - I suppose

A side that may be not weary of its peers,

Nor the animosity it beholds or hears.

I wish to return to that side once again,

To cherish the sun, to be oblivious to rain

Fleeting, as it may be, plentifully fading

I still have...