in your eyes

my truth burns like fire i try to put a ribbon on it every time i try to speak to you but sometimes i am out of baubles and pretty things to hang on to with sounds blended in shimmers to cast you a pretty song for the things to blow away like an overcast day raining at a wedding majestic in confetti to look back with my own eyes to set it all ablaze knowing what was and what is simply hopeful mist forlorn by the setting

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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