Missing
There are few who can really lay claim to knowing missing you, I need not prove it, when I say I belong to the missing few, Because I am one of the few, who tried getting away from you, Only
Princess of Light
The deepest black always begins as the lightest gray, Yielding a little every time nights prowls around for prey, With every changing shade, you wonder if gain is really a sacrifice, Like losing a single brick, in an already crumbling
Mortal Angel
If such things were true, an angel’s life should be a fairytale, But you don’t find them more different than this one’s tale, Like those winged-one, you don’t see her fly away, And you begin to really believe she is
Bridge Across Forever
We looked for the ending right at the beginning, But couldn’t see beyond the place we were starting, We searched for its beams, tried to hold its railing, But couldn’t feel anymore than where we were standing. Every time that