Holding up lazy lids are tired eyes.
Behind the tired eyes is a racing mind.
In the being of a mental giant.
Who isn’t compliant, but vigilant.
Their weakness is their strength.
Love.
the scent sweeter than flowers,
Attracting caterpillars,
Digesting laughter that melts deep into the stomach and gives life to butterflies.
In an instant these feelings can corrode the heart.
Too many smiling faces, can’t seem to tell them apart.
Unless its by the role they’ve assumed, now you’ve become the ass, but never wanted to play in the first place.
Ain’t nothing wrong with losing….sometimes.
–Leighrick