bicycleofthoughts

A poem caused a dead heart to smoulder, writer, speaker,  who is bolder?
in order to mould her, the mom who loves or the dad who would scold her?
tell her to get up and fight, not give a shoulder? or comfort and hold her.
I have realised as I have gotten older that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

I have come to love the dark and love it when it gets colder, makes me freeze,
It gives me peace, puts me at ease, makes me please, as I move, as I cease
Smiling lightly as I sway slightly to the music on the roof feeling the breeze
No plans at all, just going with the stream, enjoying the uncertainties

Going out with a friend, spending time with another, melancholy precedes you
Someone else takes you home, feeds you, heeds you, tells you someone needs you
Walking on a path nobody you know has walked, not knowing where it leads to,
Just an endless errand it turns out to be, keeps you moving, motives untrue

Even an end will do you good now, you have done enough for one life
Love, hate, heart, blood, all is spent, end of the rope, edge of the knife
Is that a sparkle in your eyes, I hope you have no hope, is a mistake
And still in the dark, you are lying, smiling, I can’t tell if it is fake

Day, day, day, month and that’s it. I do not regret it. It’s for me. I do forget.
How I felt, what I knew and what to learn, I need it to happen every time I feel,
Seems crazy, the words, but so am I, in the eyes of the norm. Why choose norm?
Nobody I know is like me, that’s how I wanna be. Alone but not alone.