Living Dead
They walk the streets of every town, every city, A living tribute to the greatest human ability, To get hurt, and be unable to forgive or forget, To bide their time, counting the days, at every sunset. A miserable existence,
Quicksand
Though perfectly working, I cannot see a thing, For, your smile blocks every other sight, It has settled forever on my eyes, And doesn’t even step aside for the sunlight. It is long since I’ve hear a different thing, Every
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
Addictive Joy
It’s been years, since I saw that smile again, Though only an image, I still cannot restrain, From wondering, how little has actually changed, About the feelings, that your smile engaged. Though in the mind, the vision is always there,