like anything
they come easy
naturally
so perfectly timed
and then they're gone.
wooshed away like the smoke of a candle
a memory no longer needed.
but perfectly on time so soon after.
again and again
the tap keeps dripping
then seals shut
ready to release when the world is at its weakest
and the hearts of those so willing to hate are at their kindest
oh,
kindness.
so fragile,
skittish.
a bunny in a field. constantly hunted. always waiting.
the chase is so close now.
oh well,
it will never last.
time to move on.
but wait!
don't forget your awards
the medals and jewels you keep safe within your heart
because you might need to prove
that all those tears
are simply lies made of diamonds
that turn to gold.
-
fin.
ireallydontknowanymore...
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Beautifully written.
Unfortunately, there are so many people who are like this. Loved your poem!
Nice💖💬I too keep my Awards in my Heart 🏆
Loved the title...that suckered me in. Then your sparse but powerful words - great work, Ruby!