Do my joys create beauty?
Beauty for me, for you.
Can if be ravishing?
Burden all that we go through.
Do you want to see pain?
Feel it, like the blood flowing in you.
To make sense.
To feel sense.
No rainbows.
I could drown you.
Drown you with these words.
Dark clouds,
Blackened rain follows.
Drowning me,
In all my sarrows.
Do my joys create beauty?
Beauty to hide inside me.
Can it be ravishing?
Can it be daring?
To make sense.
To feel sense.