Jewlery. Lights. The future.

Standing beneath the rays. Standing in the heat. You are the rays.

The moon reveals the truth. The truth reveals the real you. The real you reveals all.

The melody carries across the stadium. The band rocks the stage off the hinges. The lead singer commands the crowd. They love her, she is their hero. For three minutes nothing matters but her. What about after those three minutes? Who is she after the song? If she doesn’t sing the song is she still the hero to those faces? Does that take away from how you feel about the song? Every song ends, that no reason not to enjoy the music and the moment.

You are my favorite person.                                                             The one I go to.

The gentle push that guides me.                                                 The one I need.

The inspiration to my pen.                                                        My partner.

The ruby scattered among the rocks.

The smile that brings forth mine.                                       The one.

My closest friend.                                                                 The love I’ve been looking for.

Today was a rough day

I don’t know if I can do this again

Without you it doesn’t seem to matter

Just close your eyes and pretend

Here’s a new day

Blink and it’s here

All could happen

Just close your eyes and she’ll be there.

Nothing has mattered except for going forward. Temptation pulls to the left and to the right. Never wavering. Until forward is no longer an option. Barricaded and locked shut. Bleak and colorless temptation curls her finger. Temptation is going win today.

This feeling. I barely know you. Yet I love being around you. I don’t even know your name but I want you to be here. The way your hair turns in the wind. Your horrible jokes that you can’t turn down. Let’s go get some food. Don’t go, let’s hangout. 

He thinks he’s so lucky. Walks around like he owns this place. Like he owns us. Your nothing but a fraud. Nothing but a fake. How long do you think your going to last? He thinks he owns us. 

Writing is beautiful. Here its temporary. The sudden sign of water sends the words rushing down. Words usually last a life time. These words are different, temporary. A few came to see and than they left.

Sweet and unforgettable. The icing makes your cheeks sting. Nothing compares to the sweetness touching your lips for the first time. Light and soft and dangerously addicting. Each taste is unique in comparison to the last. It will not survive the evening. It’s impossible to put down.