It hurts... It hurts
To be ungrateful.
So for what it's worth
You've overcome the stars
And soared right past the angels
While the world just...
Tries to stop the things you really are.
And for what it's worth
You've stayed so faithful to your heart.
Your vision.
Your smarts.
Your soul.
And all the ways they pump out sunshine
On those days so cold.
And how it paints you out to be what I love:
Human.
Pained.
Imperfect.
Lovely.
Insane.
Stressed.
And filled with thoughts of acid rain at times...
When you can't sketch a single cloud
Of where you're going
With your rhyme...
But I see the future's silver dawn
Melt out over horizons.
And spread across the ground.
Unfolding all our stories
And washing all these worries clean.
Polished.
Pristine.
Glimmering sterling shines
Of what we mean.
Imagine that...
Our very words enwrapped in liquid steel.
And hardening to points
Where they will know no damage.
And just simply be
What they will be
Before they vanish.
And we can capture them
Untouched.
Brush off the remaning dust.
And cast a simple gaze
Upon its sparkling glaze.
Yes... for what it's worth
You keep me clean amazed
At the resplendence contained
Within the birth
Of every sentence.
And for what it's worth
I'd talk this earth to death
Just to invigorate a spec
Within these minds
Of all the ways your inward shine
Reflects right back out through your eyes.
This poem was worth it. I've had to re-read it a few times.
C.