little thought bubbles || vol. 3

remnants of the past

floating in the air

for it was the last

dance, that we would dare

oh, how i crave for the iridescent light

at the end of this long-winded journey

for my tales consist of painful tragedies

and snapshots of momentary happiness

…

so when will i find

peace and comfort in myself?

for my own reflection

could not even gaze at my eyes

———

what a wound so deep, it blinds the eye

the blade so sharp, so illusory

but never would it be a blade to pierce my vision

only rather passion now discarded, with tragedy anticipating

…

so the blood would fill the floors of the gala

a performance so real, it was not anymore

and my dreams would flow through the currents

seeking reality, wishing to be born

like comets under moonlit skies

set upon my starry eyes

but the stars will not align

will my heart be benign?

rosey eyes, rosey eyes

sweet lies would suffice

for the stars in those eyes

were never born in those nights

when the wind calls for freedom

for its breeze to blow in the air

where shall it fly to be free

from such a perilous journey?

and so the spring season continues

it twists and turns like growing vines

and yet, its changes have not been so turbulent

will it stay like this forever? springing to life?

it’s almost the end of spring

the final page to this chapter

let the stories that parallel thrive

and let the last flowers bloom

for it’s not over yet

no, it’s not over yet

Sincerely, Me (Davo)