John Onyx

Impossible Odds

Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.

Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…

I often wonder, about the world in your mind… I know its colors, are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before…

The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.

I’ll keep driving for now, at least, until somewhere, catches up to me.

You say to me, that I am yours, in this world of in between. You say to me, that all this pain, was truly just a dream,

Little Prince. I know, you did your best.

Your scars are beautiful, to those who would see you clearly.

Beautiful, is the gift, that you might witness, a many great things.

I let you be imperfect, and still I gave you, too much of myself.