Better Than Pale

When the dark clouds are gone,
An empty sky remains in remembrance.
To all the past failures and happy moments.
We can look beyond and wonder what lies above.

Better than pale.

Everything that used to hurt to take in,
Is now amazing to be seen fading.
The immortalized pages of your past self,
Will never be forgotten as it slumbers away in your soul.

Pain is an emotional entrancement of scars.
Meant to define the history of your everlasting embrace;
Of a moment you don't truly wish to forget.
Bittersweet and at times a sharpening reason.

Better than pale.

As to why you are who you are, beautiful;
Even if the wounds never heal.
Whether or not it still itches underneath your skin,
Whenever looking at old pictures again.

The deftness of the different tones;
Pigments discolored and getting rosy.
Better than pale, because at least this way,
I know you still want to live with me today.

When the dark clouds are gone.
Everything that used to hurt to take in.
Will never be forgotten as it slumbers away in your soul.
As to why you are who you are, beautiful.

I know you still want to live with me today.
Your looking better than pale.