the destructive heaven and constructive mishaps
i solely confess when i write this and when
my mind is flooded with empty trays,
feeding me food that's left over from days
in which a smile and a laugh were a cure.
innocence lured me in with its pure
loving and caring. authenticity
is like a scar that is hiding in me.
maybe because of its speed i'm a man.
somehow i managed to flee that destructive
heaven, or so i viewed it, now constructive
mishaps are happening daily and nightly.
i wish to marry this moment, and rightly.
when time stood still, it shook me and took
me by surprise, now i cherish this book.
