So they told me, In few lines and words, To give up my dreams, And never be heard; I felt it was right to comply, What right did I have to make them cry? I did what I did best, gathering myself, A storm I would become, Devastating and everlasting, A once in a life moment.
I hate it when you pull my hair, But love your comforting hand on my head; I hate it when you call me names But I know you'll be the one who'll stand with me till the end; Distance is a mere number in this technological world, You'll always find yourself in my heart And I am yours to keep.
I hold on to leaves like poetry, Feel each vein like it's my own; I let them be whisked away from my hand— (Words thundering with unheard vowels and consonants) By a gentle breeze, a quiet sigh or simple look.
The sky turned peach pink with clouds like cotton balls; The black birds, a distant speck can be blocked out by a thumb; I love summers not for the long days or the vacations in between, I love it for the twilight evenings when the sky changes hides.