they come easy
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
a bunny in a field. constantly hunted. always waiting.
the chase is so close now.
it will never last.
time to move on.
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.
About the Creator
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 ❤️