Eternally Mine
It has been a long time since the fires have died down, But their warmth hasn’t still let me down, Shivering in this cold, I still remember seeing you the last time, The day when my heart inexplicably missed its
Tomorrow’s Yesterday
I look up at the rain drops that hit my eyes, Just like the teardrops that roll down my eyes, I instantly close them as the ensuing sunlight strikes me, And I realize I no longer find myself in me.
Teardrop
To feel the teardrop pulling at your eye, To trickle down your cheek it knows not why, Yet hanging on brow’s edge, it seems to die, For the fear of making you seem to needlessly cry. Once on its course
School Days
In life, during rainy moments of gloomy recollection, School Days stand out, surmounted high in joy and emotion, Of boundless fun and frolic, they present an unfurled reflection, Happiness outbids all else in these days, in obvious selection. These days
Orchid Garden
I haven’t seen a thing, as meaningful as an orchid garden, With its beautiful blooms, there is no mind it will harden, An orchid in its full bloom, is a sight to be beholden, No matter what praise be given,