Genos_The_Pom

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—

the lifting of a tender brush

dipping it in a swirl of gold

painting the lush scene

with fine flecks of rose gold;

the love of a tender soul

A goldfish. An animal that might seem plain and ordinary at one glance, but it’s so much more than that.

The girl I once knew

sang merrily while lying on the damp grass,

read stories out loud to her dolls;

played with a bright pink tea set.

But now

she only sings while no one is hearing,

She lights up the room,

ignites the fire in their souls,

so conspicuous and a fire so bright,

never missed and never misunderstood.

He holds his breath,

waiting for her to notice,

Just the two of us

Without a care in the world.

Laying on the grass, for forever,

The cloudless sky was all we saw.

Without a care in the world,

We were wanderers, wondering.