Poetry / Save it for a rainy day

So please.....smile......

If for nothing else than the rare sight of that charismatic anarchy...

Please just speak.....

no, your tonge is not a blade. Because a blade will dull with every strike. Your words are more sincere. Effortless, your smile becomes my beacon.

A gaze as sudden as the eppiphany that crossed over to my hearts softer side. The one covered in daylight, passed over by the moons side.

Light will flicker, they tell me to breath....but than again......electricity can come from more than a candle....

We play chutes and ladders. Hoping the end of this won't leave both of us ready to just box it up again for another rainy day......

Oceans have a funny way of deciding our own fate. It chooses to flow, we choose to calculate....We choose to flow. It enters freeze. We stay grounded. While she just dissapates. Dissapates, agitates, hallucinates, then comes back as a flash flood puddle on my day-to-day.

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