Morning showers. Never were.
Never had been. Never will be.
Moments lost. Before they even. Began.
Begging for a replay. As the gods. Laugh in your face.
A brick wall. Droplets of aqueous thoughts. Seeping through. The cracks.
But random acts. Of kindness. That will scar a heart. Bleed a wound.
A moment of. Unusual madness.
Angel blessed. Gone too soon.
A collision of. Two opposites. From different worlds.
A heart. That asked for a knight. With a heart. To heal. To be. Within.
A moment. High. That drove. His heart. To steal a sunrise.
For you. Just for you.
How beautiful. It melted. Your heart.
And gave you a reason. For random thoughts.
That never saw. Light of day.
That never lived. Morning showers.
That he loved. That fired. Your creativity. Your positivity.
That he loved.
That drove. One selfless loving act.
You’re not as cold. As you think you are. Mister.
But a knight who ceases. To fight for a cause. Is a knight. Who exiles himself.
Ride away. On your charcoal stallion.
Let the sadness be. For he will never. Understand.
And hold onto. The memory. Of what was once. Beautiful.
As you watch.
Liquid love. Trickle. Into nothingness.
Morning showers. Wash the bleed. Of a heart.
Down the drain.
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