Journal Poetry Vault: A Folly Melancholy

*The Journal Poetry Vault is usually a personal set of poetry.but on rare occasions i release it.

'It's something I cant explain with no lecture.

How can I tell you how love feels with no texture.?'

I saw a jacket yesterday,

It was purple with some buttons

My friend asked why I froze,

I told him I was buggin

.It was something you would wear,

..It was something you would like,

...Something I would purchase if it ever was my right

These things happen often,

Almost every single night

For a fraction of a second I lose hearing,speech and sight

Then a loud *bang* occurs and I'm back into the light,

..I'm back to feeling good,

Like my memory was wiped

And then I'm over-zealous,

And sometimes mellow-hyped

On these Sunrainy days,

On those Snowscorching nights

I'm ready for a change..'cuz the seasons always do

Where summertime is red,

If the wintertime is blue

Purple is the spring,

I guess fall is too

But what happens when these colors all blend into a hue.?

Where the fall is like the spring,

The summer strips the leafs,

And the winter makes you sweat from the humidity it leaves

Normality itself isn't far off from a dream

And I'm hoping what I hope IS really how it seems

My sight and sounds return with defraction of my pain

Here's a cloud of crowded glory for my melancholy's reign -__-

..

....

iTs soMethInG i Cant eXpLain wiTh nO lEcturE.

hoW cAn i tEll yoU hOw loVe fEels wIth nO tExtuRe.?

~wind blows.!