wild is the wind feircely blowing the arrogance of the moon,
some starve for affection and attention,
but the joy seemed too distraught to be filled,
too used to be used one last time,
feels like i have all the warmth in the world to give,
but never make myself soft enough to endure the reception that never comes,
the salt grains of sand cling to me,
constructing the whisper of faded dreams,
making the stars my guests for tonite,
i'll cry feelings to them that my pen cant mumble yet,
my heart breaks at waiting,
my princess charming cries on destructed roads,
delayed at our faith to be,
the waves freezes my finger tips,
never thought to use them anyway,
happiness steps in and out as it please,
never remembered love living here,
but i still feel the day calling me out of the nights,
the sun outshining the moon,
the smile outweighting the whatever,
my goals may be lost,
but i maintain stability outside of the struggle,
patience kissed me luckily before,
it's not everyday or everyone that lives their true talent
or even lives,
the wind and the world talked to me tonight,
dried my eyes and somewhat warmed me with cold yells,
i'll take this frostbite anyday with the warmth of my passion to still love myself