Sunset
When the day grows tired, and decides to leave, The night is more than ready to help relieve, The ending was too simple, just like any other, For, each of their lives, were shortened by the other. Every day was
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,
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
Strangers
They couldn’t resolve it during the day, their plight, And so it was that they parted ways one night, Try as they did, they couldn’t let each other out of sight, But forced they were, to get as far away
Abracadabra
Encore! She cheers after another amazing trick is done, And the magician is ever eager, to please the little one, He turns his hat topsy, tossing and shaking it a while, And slowly pulls out a wonder that makes the