Unwrapped

Sometimes I believe one's "gift" is too exaggerated
What's said to be a precious gem
Seems really just the gold of fool's in disguise
Undermining it, is not the goal
For in reality, it's lovely all the same
And cherished just as much as a once believed gem
But to put something so simple on a pedestal so high
Is only to lessen it's value in goodness

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It's funny how easily you can be picked up from your lowest of lows. Here I am sitting at the top of a tall, tall, building looking down upon unhappiness. It's been painted with prosperity and I am only basking in the glory of it all.

Hold tight, and wish well, for it is good as it lasts.

Plain and simple

Sexy. You're sexy.
And I'm putty in your goddamn hands.

How can this be wrong?

So long it's been since returning late with smiling lips of cherry red. So long since these nervous hiccups have graced me. To memorize and to trace bring a sense of giddiness to what could have been calm demeanor. I'm full of elation with the prospect of it all. Where I am is a blissful place, and I would like nothing more.

And just like that,

I'm floating in the sweet nectar of reverie

Merci! Adieu!

Lukewarm sentiment

A beat that skips at best
And butterflies that merely rest
We hardly pass the test 
But it won't rise off my chest

Visitor Hour

Hassle me this, unspoken civility
Merely a bat of the eyelashes
Or a graze of a fingertip
Unlocks ages of history
Tucked away for a starry sky

Old fondness tickles
And shapes the past
To something seeming so fruitful
What's left though, may not be truth
And for that, we just visit

Movements so familiar, 
Make transcending so smooth.