If Love Was a Kite
What happens when you untie
a ribbon in the sky?
And for all the known reasons
for rain, you still cannot
reconcile why
these all-to-familiar
tears must be cried.
Tie a ribbon on a kite
and find joy in the wind,
direct your lightning strike
shout louder than your storm
and see how quiet
your life becomes.
Times such as these
is when you've seen the ugliest part
of for better and worst
and somehow
she still looks better
than beautiful.
In life, there's things we must endure
wrongs that must be righted
Systems rebooted. Romances reignited
Love adds shape to pain
and pain is what makes love feel insane.
It's akin to giving someone CPR
compressions without breaking any ribs
Be passionate with your interactions,
your contact might be the catalyst
for someone's life-saving chain reaction
Whether you believe or don't
Love no matter how inadvertent
has a way of taking us all to some cross
in some way, shape or form
Love is a little hand touching a hot stove
and a daddy crying decades later
because he knows what his
son is about to endure
The most important lesson about love
is that at it's best, it hurts worst than any
broken bone. That's why tears seem
to just materialize.
And I know this prose is more rant than rave,
and you'd be a fool to try and love
the same way I do.
But now you know why love is so damn crazy
I untied that ribbon, shouted as loud as I could,
found the right wind so we could elevate again,
but every time I did, I incurred damage
to my physical being and
said never would I do that again,
But my cross is somewhat
repetitive
and I will always be here
trying to get your kite
at just the right height.
Even if it means using my ribbon
for tail strings
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2018
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