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