What Became Real

Feeling the waves of your voice, break into my ears.
Water, flushing over my heart crashing over me.
The warmth of your skin as our arms interlock.
The sudden shivers of your smile, chill to my core.
The silent urge, to touch your lips with mine.
Haunting, my mind as the thought lingers.
Your scent pulsating through my blood, coursing around.
Starting, from a basic word.
Ending with a soul touching conversation.
Such short moments holding such long strings of hope.
With endless possibilities, craving the knowledge.
Of everything regarding, you.
Simple as that.
Explaining, everything you feel.
Just in a few words, that could mean the world.






© K

Beauty

At it's best, the world can be beautiful.
From coast to coast.
To every ocean wave, and every thunder storm.
Or when it rains, and washes away all the bad and the unbeautiful.
So the world starts fresh and clean.
And those who roam around can witness it's sensational purity.
Water crashing down, and washing away the past.
Moments that have already happened, and left their imprint.
When you see true happiness and joy on those young innocent faces.
Beauty at it's best.
The world can't always wash the bad away.
The world can't always help you learn, how to love the world at it's worst.





© K