A quiet whisper
Lighting up the pink and purple sky.
With thoughts of joy and fear
Amounting to one mere goodbye
As sweet as sugar
On the lips of winter.
Unforgettable.
Not true enough to make it last
Yet real enough to be embedded in your memory
A bliss as genuine as sunshine
With a trace of sincerity and innocence.
A sinking ship
Once beautiful floating upon the ocean blue
Now merely a distant memory.
We can not sustain ourselves on what was once so good
Living in the world of hellos
Hating the sound that goodbyes make
Doesn’t make them any easier
Beauty is never permanent
Like leaves change so do people
It’s not a tragedy
Merely a new perspective.
We live in what’s comfortable
Accepting what we know
Good can become a nightmare before your very eyes
But accepting it for what it’s worth is the part that scares
A hurtful blade
A sweet smile
We put our faith in others and hope they don’t let us down
But what if they never did let us down?
If we never saw the thunder
Then we’d never know the true beauty of a rainbow or learn to accept the sinking ship and board a plane
Love is a gift
It is also a weapon. It can hurt you or it can give you the uttermost happiness
A quite whisper
Lighting up the pink and purple sky
With thoughts of joy and fear
Amounting to one mere goodbye
As sweet as sugar
On the lips of winter
Unforgettable