homely hellos and hourly hies
a glassed pair of grey eyes,
don't enter this authentic forbidden fiction world,
underneath pink and purple ombre skies
here, you hear
loud cliché cries
and useless tries,
holding on to a fragile, reckless tie
when the red thread broke i was free
and i spoke –
about how the monsters never pained me,
it was their religion that chained me
my lakes, my aches
all the pressure that drained me,
but my religion, you changed me
when this handmade unbreachable blue bubble drenched me—
in strong silver chains that rust
and leave outlines behind —
wait for me to turn to dust
when the sun finally came up, it rained again
newly painted glass windows, now liquid stained
but don't you still hear a melody?
mellow and faint
turns out it was your voice singing in the storm,
luminary, similar to a thousand windchimes ringing
like the first comfort song,
one right found in all the things wrong
tints of yellow,
a happy little monk
"if happiness is a thing to flaunt,
then i'm unknown to it's ways"
but you do not daunt me,
instead you overlook the creatures that haunt — my hand woven world
the same reason you never demonize my days
my universe was broken,
so you brought me to yours
a golden fate changing token,
and suddenly i'm winning all my lost wars
i still don't know what happiness is,
but i know who
'tis the lady of honor,
eyes that never met mine, this one's to you
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
