AdamWrites

Space is constructed, space is owned A safe space's skeleton It's walls and floorboards moaned Walls see a past, events we'd never know To make it a safe haven There are seeds we must sow But now they see you, a more picturesque view Ready to write a new story untold This space together could never be cold This place may have once been called a bubble A previous safe, to hide from trouble Maybe now it's a safe space or home Either way our story is contained within a tome ...

So where are you from? As soft as silk, yet even harder than stone, Swirling and flowing it takes from any lapse, Essential fuels the drum, the rhythm in your mind, A common existence that will bridge any synapse, Shape of a river, the sea, not for me, an abaya, Without you I am incomplete, no, that's not tawriya I'm not of you, nor you of me, Yet each other, we have come to own, Existing free, not just someone's daughter, So where are you from? Ha. We are from water. ...

What colour are we - the colour of us What colour tu-mi are? ok I supposed if I must You are red and I am blue, two primary shades but then there's yellow as well a colour palette we have mades Red for the love and drive, blue for calm and clear yellow lightning all those you connect bit too simple I think, my dear Colour is perception, I see you for sure you could never be such a simple metaphor It is clear you offer up, much much more You are beyond colour, wielding a speci...

There's darkness all around, no bother, You shrug it away - slapping it into submission, Your magnificence reflects a power beyond all, Far from a weakness, your beauty's fission, Guiding an ocean or a traveller - a path you always show, I could stare at your many shapes, so long, you become a bow. ...

She assess him through eyes not old Story not know, yet to be told Why is it that they look that way, colour so clear? Deep and glazed, something familiar and dear Cloth is crisp and waves a slow motion It is she, so womanly that causes commotion Grace around her changes the atmosphere's bubble A slow peace, cannot truly be trouble Smooth and bright, both aura and skin Cautious intelligence, characteristically akin Within normal proximity there is a strange feeling Vision...

He makes a man and takes a man The foundations of this life were made His kindness the torch for their adventure Toll for map and compass paid A man is honest, a man is humble, kind, forgiving, generous and brave Strength is found in control and patience And in those we try to save If only -- what if? These statements are tools of pain Instead, it is what was and what is The benefits to be seen, are plain Man makes a house with his spouse But it's about the impression that is made...