Time flow
Constant stream
Neither swift
Nor slow.
If one sat still
For a moment
Become one
Omnipresence
He could
Hear
See
Feel.
Glancing to the side
See her smile
Surrounded
Friends.
It was consolation
To a certain degree
Knowledge
He was one
Who can make her
Complete.
Soon
It would be time
To break the jar
Containing the flower
See
How
The relationship
The rose
Blooms.
There cannot be perfection.
You will be hurt
Countless times
Built up
Broken down
Endless cycle
Pointless perhaps
Inherent meaning
There is none
If so
He would have to
Construct
His own vocabulary
The meaning
Of genuine.
A flower
Must endure
A couple of caterpillars
Destroy several petals
In order to see
Beautiful
Butterflies.
Heat and wind
Season change
The only constant
Change.
No room for complacency
In a dynamic world.
Several years ago
Could he face
Himself
The pessimist
In its rawest form
Acerbic and spiteful
Rotten cynic
A mordant critic
Of youth
Knock some sense
Into his skull
Cry
Tears
Of mockery
See
How the self-proclaimed
King of loners
Now a hypocrite
Subject
To a stereotype
Despicable character.
Yet
Through
Time
Effort
Interaction
From the shell
Reappear
Not a cynic
Nor a loner
Just a man
With the help
Of a loving girl
She pulled him out
From his own abyss.
Courtesy of a certain fire queen.
The sky stretched high
A blank canvas
Steadily painted
Colors
Peach and purple
Sun set
The ending pages
Of another day
A storybook.
Deep blue skies
Reminded her
The favorite hue
Of a gray person.
His hair
Matted and black
Poor compared
A contrast
To a certain blonde
Yet
Under dusk light
Fine.
Dead were his eyes
Yet to each dark cloud
A silver lining
If one would look closer
Deep meanings
Under the rotten façade
Soft heart
Understanding
Mind.
Superficial vision
Dictate such appearance
A gruesome caricature
Of a broken person
We fail to understand
What broke them
In the first place.
She understood
And saw beauty
Under the dust
A humble face
Endearing.
She who is in love
Sees beauty
Everywhere.
Too often
We fail to see
Beyond the mask
Superficial sight
Give birth
Superficial assumption
Judgement of a book
By the cover
And to some extent
By the price tag.
True value
Is not dictated by numbers
Otherwise
Human emotion
Is simply a mathematical formulae
Calculable
Eradicating the flaws
Allowing for perfection
In an imperfect system
A dystopian society
Nullifying
The value
Of being human.
Noise was music
Each step
A dance
Sensation
Unlike any before
Infatuation
Makes the heart glide
But love?
She felt she could fly.
In a moment
All her fears
Whisked away
Traipsing the edge
She allowed
Herself
Fall.
She knew
Assured
Trust
He will
Catch her
And for once
If before
He was merely the net
Catch a fragile crystal
Now
He will be the one
To save her.
She stumbled over a prince.
He helped her up.
She fell for a cynic.
Together.
They stood up.
