Levi the Poet -Kaleidoscope
I keep an ounce of hope inside one dresser drawer in my chest!
Every now and then, it grows, if watered, to a seedling, at best
One time, it grew and stretched through the cracks into the next,
but I just can’t make it blossom, cause I just can’t make myself forget
and now there’s nearly nothing leftShe’s got a kaleidoscope soul, but she’s got grayscale lenses,
she’s got rod-iron bars to keep up her defenses.
She’s got all of her emotions hung up on hooks in her closets,
she’s got little hints of happiness tucked away in her lockets.
She’s got high hopes of heaven stapled to the doors of her cabinets,
she wraps the hopes up in packets of personal baggage to mask it.
She’s got angels singing to her
from the lips of ballerinas in a music box that
she keeps locked behind a door that’s cemented to a heart of rocks,
but if you knock long enough, they say that door could be opened.
Here’s to hoping until then, I wanted you to know
that you’re beautiful. I think you’re lovely,
I think I know love that loves the unloving.
I think you’re still loved, I still think it’s true.
I still there’s more hope out there for you.
Yeah I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re lovely.
I think you could know love that loves the unloving.
(Source: astrologeewhizzness)
