conker/chestnut

keep your flowers and beads

you see what you want

idealized romance

with no substance

paper valentines that 

fade with age and

common sense

i like the trivial

mundane

little things that 

made up the bigger picture

each stroke, shade a blessing

i'm content in my life

and all the beauty it offers me

handwritten letters tear for a reason

no illusion can comfort

when dreams inspire

they still fade by dawn

i enjoy my lone path

because i can never predict

what lies ahead