Aliens.

Move in swishes,

Live on wishes.

We are all different –

Yet somewhat alike.

We all love,

We all fear.

Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?

Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?

Before the grave,

After all you gave.

We are all the same,

Yet somewhat different.

Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?

Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?

Blessings are the days living,

That’s all I’m really saying.

Be kind,

Be brave.

And soon you’ll find out,

They give our life it’s true meaning.

Fall.

Realised ’twas a bad call,

Following a bad fall.

Passion walked out the door,

We couldn’t do anything more.

Our love was bald,

There’s nothing else worth fighting for.

Slow.

Issues on a roll,

We’re on all time low.

I said,

“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”

He said,

“Don’t let the food run cold.”

Now we will go real slow,

But baby, we will reach our goal.

Sold.

A life of one —

Similar to the life of a gun,

Silence by a bun,

Silent and blunt.

Potential to be done,

Doing actually none.

A life of a duo,

Precious as gold,

You can’t wait to be told,

Gotta’ dare to be bold.

Someone to go to when you’re low,

Watch things unfold — you’ll be sold.

Closer.

Your scent,

The air I breathe.

My favorite temperature,

The heat you emit.

Fondness

Missing you when we’re apart.

But — we’re always apart

Since close is never close enough.

Simple.

Love is,

Being with a simple person

With an extraordinary soul,

Who makes simple things

Feel like extraordinary experiences.

Old.

Memories are cages

Trapping our souls,

Holding on to our ages

And the people old and bold.

Those that survive,

We’ll be laughing ’til there are tears;

Those that didn’t,

They’ll be part of a past so queer.

True.

I know you are the one,

‘Cause whatever questions my heart asked,

Yours answered.

There was no fear,

There was no abuse.

I know when you are near,

I know that, finally, you are one that is true.

Primary.

Color me yellow,

If you see the bellows turn mellow.

Color me red,

If you see anger and is not afraid.

Color me blue,

If you see a solemn soul that is true.

Color me beautiful,

If you can take all yellow, red and blue.

Garden.

Be not like a flower —

It expires when it withers.

Perhaps be like creepers —

Undying and unrelentless.

Or maybe be like water —

Adaptable and renews in cycles.

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