dablessed

Am I not

The rusting of the Iron that runs through your blood?

Or

The sound of laughter from your mother and father 

Who are

Living together happily?

No 

I am no such thing

I am 

the look in your eyes when you are sad

Over joyed

Or feeling reckless

I am that unique and bitter sweet smell

In the middle of the night

Comforting you

I am Unique.