they say you own the land, the skies. everything. they say all the ladybugs are yours, all the cloves planted by you. you own the moon, and control the sun. Pink Hearts, Yellow Moons, Orange Stars, Green Clovers, Blue Diamonds, Purple Horseshoes, and Red Balloons. all yours and you do have a sky full of clouds of which I ask a drop.
and can’t you. can’t you just grant me this one wish. This one heartache.
and well if you can’t then do hell with your bloody existence. and if you can’t, damn your faith and damn my prayers. and well if you can’t poison your facade and burn your belief. Because if you can’t see how pure my desire is, your godly wisdom is not pure enough.
Because if you can’t value the tears that I cry alone and the bridges I burn to take my voice to your ears, you are just as well a falacy to me. A lie. A prevaricator.
do hell with the ladybugs, do hell with the acorns……the dragonflies, the tortoises, the elephant because if you can’t do justice to my ambitions and plans these never will.
~ EUREKA DAHIYA