Promise
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
Santorini
To the casual observer, they seemed like a pair any other, If it wasn’t for that singularity, they wouldn’t even bother, Like all the others, they seemed immersed in their own world, With the occasional interruptions reminding them this world.
November Rain
Such a shower, would normally seem out of season, But he had long since stopped searching for reason, He knew not when he lost it, cared not if it lost him, A lot more important things had already left him.
The Spotless Mind
Pretending it wasn’t over, was not going to be much use, For, to feign forgetfulness, was not his cleverest ruse, The floods had stopped, but the wreckage remained, And everything around him, had forever been stained. Over time, even the
Silver Lining
Tired of running this race, every single day, You wish, for a while, the time would just stay, Or atleast wish you had a stronger pair of legs, Ever thought, what a boon it is, to simply walk? Tired of