• My bubbles of light?
    A Bubble of light.
    My single bubbles that streams out my white light.
    The bubbled of in which my love has been trapped in.
    This bubble is my soul
    The softness of its edges fragile at every second that passes.
    The light trapped but innocently sat inside radiates a shimmer.
    I watch as my soul is held so tenderly by the person that loves me.
    I trust him with my soul, that he sha'll take it in his protection.
    The beating that comes from inside his pulsing rib cage will protect my treasure.
    My treasure that is my life. My Soul.
    That tender glow that sprinkles its spirit to make other happy.
    The white and pure light that goes no further than the edge of the bubble that is so ever fragile.
    Yet, when my very bubble, the bubble that was born from my heart
    Bursts because the person i thought who loved me, dropped me shattering my life
    shattering my soul, shattering that white light that is my heart.
    I often end up picking it up, my fragile and precious light, so small and tender in my cupped hands.
    How can i trust anyone to shatter something so precious to me and others?
    I keep my heated treasure in a much tougher bubble.
    Then still, a deja vu appears anonymously striking a few more times.
    I still pick it up and needle my soul into comfort.
    That's when i was prepared to fight for it, to never give up, but
    I found him. The guardian that sha'll protect my soul for as long as he shows his trust.
    I know this warm feeling, my light even grows stronger, my bubble is less tense and very feathery, softness warming my hands in comfort.
    He is the one. The one that sha'll carry my bubbled soul in his perfect cage with its beating organ keeping it alive.