•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

.
.
.
.

You wouldn't know joy if she crawled up and laid in your lap

You wouldn't know darkness, if the whole world was swallowed by the Sun.

It's like, if joy was gifted to you in your womb,

What would good even mean to you?

Isn't it all the pain that ever paves way for joy to settle in your chest,

For if there was nothing like so,

The way she warms your soul, How would you even know?

And if she kissed your face, right from forever, Who would tell you what happy endings are?

It's in her absence, you crave her presence.

And who would tell you, what a surreal stone is love, in the rocky masses of pain.

And who would aid your wounds, if there was nothing to heal?

For heaven's sake, if she was buried in you,

What would bliss even taste like?

So, no, grieve with all your might for if it was all bright,

You wouldn't even know light.

~

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

P.S:   Let me know your thoughts<3

~Vote for more parts~