Oh tell me

You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.