Magic Kiss

Take a magic kiss and toss it into the sea

Hope someday the waves will bring it back to me

Taking trips around to all the different places on a map.

Will it ever come by home again?

A magic kiss went over seas yesterday.

Didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye the right way.

I guess there is no good way on how to say goodbye

I hope my magic kiss doesn’t disappear. (evaporate into the sky)

Lock it in a box if that’s your only solution

A magic kiss can easily get lost.

So many people travel through the salty ocean.

Do not want something so precious getting erased…

The waters purify but they also have this secret talent.

Objects become invisible and impossible to find

So take that magic kiss and lock it in a box.

One with a golden lock as so to be secure.

It will find it’s home, I’m sure someday it’ll return.

And I hope my magic kiss will bring me all the memories.

All the lovely and the terrible, I do not mind all details.

As long as my magic kiss comes home.

Shatter

Rain, like glass can either shatter you, or help you glide

Like the tear’s upon her face, as he tried to say goodbye.

There is a friendship between rain and tears.

The sky is crying for us sometimes.

He died on a Tuesday, why not a Sunday, or a Monday

She cried for him each and every day, though he no longer could be saved.

Not out loud. There were no tears stinging her cheeks. They were within, somewhat of a secret.

Do you have a secret? Perhaps a vulnerable place that other’s are not allowed to see.

I have a vulnerable place. And you saw it, yesterday.

I think his comes out, when the moon is full. It’s only once in a while, but I feel it’s entirety glowing on my body, little gems, he makes me.

You’re vulnerability is beautiful, Do not fear it.

You're a gem, beautiful, cold, hard, and yet... fragile

It doesn't have to make sense. Poetry isn't science.

Who am i?

Don't you have days where you look in the mirror and say, "Who am I!?" And than you find yourself pacing around again, and again.. then you're making a phone call to someone. And they don't know either. So it's as if you wasted all this time only to find out that you're a human, you make mistakes, you have likes and dislikes, but you really haven't figured out your "purpose" yet.

Who are we? Who am I? Who is you? No one knows what is really the truth. People cannot get inside no not unless they’ve been there before. No one can get inside without that key to the door. Its locked for good, unless you have already been inside. Don’t try to weasel your way in because they won’t let you get by. So many people study it, this room locked away, don’t you wish we could transfer data through the locked door?

Sometimes I feel like there’s a piece missing, and other times I feel complete. What is this insatiable thirst that I’m constantly battling to quench? One day it’s colorful, and several more are gray. It’s as if I cannot win although I’ve tried every sort of way.