Talking To Walls
I wake up and see one every morning, Because there is one on every wall adorning, They stare at me, those eyes of yours, always asking, Why I still make my peace with you every morning. They follow me to
First Light
You close your eyes to a brand new morning, For there is nothing new this one will bring, In solitary confinement, receiving the wages of sin, A constant buzzing in your ears is the only din. Back against a wall,
Fairytale
When all it took to shield the sun was a thumb, And there was no one, who, to your whims wouldn’t succumb, When your smile was all it took, those angry faces to mend, To such a life, you never
Killjoy
When the sun went down on another day, And denizens of this planet went their way, You wished for a moment you could idly stay, And try listening to what the stars say. They talked of your struggles, in the
Eyes Wide Open
There are moments of then, and moments of now, And those that we have managed to forget somehow, Those that happen before our eyes, and those that flash, Until the boundaries between them begin to crash. Those moments that you