Sweet & Sour

Divine timing and feminine power.
Surrounded with kindness and love that devours.
Existing is tasting more sweet than sour.
No more staring out the window and crying in the shower.
Because I think I’m starting to fall in love again-
With the sky, the views and the color blue.
No longer relating any of them back to you.
Gone up in ashes, from the smoke that you left in the deepest gashes.
So I’m done dancing with the devil.
Just like you, he does nothing for my mental.
I will be swimming through pools of emeralds, and fountains of diamonds.
Life is about going out and finding them.
Happiness is figurative. It doesn’t come from grudges, you have to forgive.
Even the poisonous ones who will never get it for as long as they live.
It’s getting late, I’m sorry this is when I question my fate.
You can say that I’m writing this to feel, but it’s mostly just to deal.
I’m done closing my eyes to everything that was real.
How all I want from this life is to love as though I deserve it too.
And to sing my sorrows with the angels who helped me through.
So I’m giving my heart to you like the final flower.
Grip it tight as I’m screaming my grievances to a nonexistent coward.
Delicate words for what some call a higher power.
I will never have the answers, just sugar coated thoughts in the midnight hour.
And that’s what makes this sweet and sour.