Dichotomy
The first thought when you hear choice, is the existence of options, A chance at qualifying the rationale for a decision you make, But despite all that, some things were never meant for conventions, Because, in matters of the heart,
Pygmalion
I look for things more often, when they are ones I cannot see, I know they were, because they are so clear in my mind, And once visible, my mind refuses to merely let them be, It pushes me to
Confession
I still don’t want to believe it has already been ten years, Maybe because it is so much easier to recount the tears, The days, months, years just dissolved, I gave time no value, Thinking, why would I need a
Isthmus
The things that keep us together, are the ones keeping us apart, And the things keeping us apart, are the strings tying each other’s heart, Even two rooms with a common wall, are separated by a door, When opened, it
Tunnel
There are those that trust light, because it has a beginning, And others still who fear it not, because it has an ending, But darkness is another matter, for, it begins nowhere, And even in the midst of light, is