Everything is Kismet

I will be the elephant in the room,
that sets the mood and holds your gloom.
your heavy chest.
The draft from outside
and the rash marking your face from your cries.
The hard floor beneath you
the empty satisfaction you sleep to.
the laugh echoing from others defeats you.
I will be everything kismet,
Your roots turning grey
your bed where you sleep alone and lay awake.
The guilt that you hide is a thorne in your side
its your pride full of tears youll never cry that gives every weapon with lack of merrit justified.
you are kismet
Our bodies apart
our hearts, share the same clean swip leaving both of them scared.
These two are stubborn
that one is a caniving hag.
all ignorant
for they know not what they will lose.
everything is kismet,
life goes on
family, i wouldnt know