~Kindled~

the days not over yet

our story is already written

and now we have to play our parts we have no choice

safe as milk
icing over a secret pain

this picture seems like a million years ago and yesterday

say we’ll always be together

like the sun we’ll rise up together

fly across all the lonely years

life is better without those pretty lies

trees

drink up

the red wine

of sunset

breathe the luminous breeze

you can’t find the rewind button

angels fall

if you’re not there

I craved reality

there is a difference

too much dreaming and pretending

I just finally want to go home

you forged my heart

like a weapon

opened my eyes

and showed me

what I was missing

the clean scent

of old books

burnt vanilla

sweet grass

slightly floral

it's comfort

new thoughts
of nostalgia
if you don't
say it
out loud
it's
not true

this right now

this would be the best part

not the dying part

the living

Rumi writes

there is a candle in your heart

waiting to be kindled

there is a void in your soul

waiting

to be filled

in the end fireflies are our only light to paradise~
the closer I am to fine
life is better without those pretty lies
if you don't say it out loud then it's not true
I'm on edge of darker

talking to some people is like talking to a fitted sheets

you don’t know which way to fold

I just want to mean something to you

I get stronger with every step I got more than a little bit left

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~