The fire is overworked, for the fuel discarded as leftovers, futile seems all your furore, as dudes and dudettes, are busy dropping jaws on vain vignettes;
Death is famished, as people are reduced to statistics, a tiring job for the loons, of tying pins on floating balloons, a becoming tale of miseries, summed up in untold obituaries, spurred by a hasty death, and being spared in the least-favored grace, the dark deeds in a newer dress, hoarding air and drugs in a race, there's no point in exhumation of enigmas, as tomorrow still looks like yesterday;
All of this feels a pretext, when the premise is out of our purview, and we look so self-assured, and likewise, our denial!
I'll write summer songs along my bones to carry her to a world where lyrics won't hurt but teach. I'll let her watch how buds bloom to make her feel growth isn't a journey to a haunted beach.
I'll sit by the buds cheering them, saying they are beautiful no matter what shape, size or colour may be. I'll let her know that men and women are two pillars of a civilization and that a castle won't last without any of them.
I'll let her know that beasts aren't the norm and they deserve to stay who treats them no wrong I'll let her know love isn't calculated it's a wine that lifts their soul and gets better as time passes by. For all that fades with time aren't true emotions but silly desires.
"And I can be all the things you told me not to be When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing And he see the universe when I'm the company It's all in me. " (God is a woman) ~Ariana Grande
Bg - One picture is mine, rest are from pinterest. I made a collab of all :3 -.-