Raspberries Crunchies By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

Blue sky roamed over their heads

Sometimes with the greyish clouds that scattered around

There were oodles of things to look at

The nature to be adored

Or the buildings to be gotten a load of

He bounced that sphere thing against the ground

Sphere, like the sun

The sun that shines their planet

The sun that shines brightly

The sun that might be hotter than him, she thought.

But for all she knows,

He smiles at the sun.

And she said,

But the ache then spiked

The image of heartbroken pieces are still haunting me

Reminding me of every wrong path I’ve across long ago,

Where,

The leaves were falling

And petals died.

It seems like once we’re attached to one’s smile,

We couldn’t get enough of it

I once tried

But ended up keep staring at it

Begging for an extra

And little did I know,

It got me so frickin’ sozzled.

Yet,

By the azure turned black

And the shops are closed

And all she could see was the ceiling

She began to think:

“Would that sun blast a supernova and turn into the coldest one like the last time I witnessed?

Would that smile engender the continuing fear I suffer,
Of losing someone I've never had?"

Then, in silence, she reached for a paper and pen.

And if today was the day I die

I would ask for the last behest:

Please keep that glowing and cheerful beam of yours

Because every time I look at it,

I am drowning,

But the water makes me feel like I’m alive

Again.

[To someone I don’t dare to glue my eyes on when we speak]

—b, 13/12/15