Final Stand
Silently we sit, staring down at the menu on the table, The gaze is firm, but the mind is not yet stable, In one quick scoop, our hands desperately grab, Holding down the menu, I let my modesty take a
Leaving Neverland
It never ceases to surprise, the emptiness that makes up the inevitable, It teases, taunts, it makes a mockery of everything that is believable, And it never goes away, morphing into a vacuum that feeds into itself, For, the soul
Songstress
For the first sunrise that heralded our day, And showed us the future of a pair, Let us carry that sunshine along our way, And show it the future that we share. For the first warmth that sprung from every
Corridors
Walking away from today’s corridors devoid of light, My chances of fully breaking free seem but slight, Finally a flicker, the sunrays begin to draw myriad shapes, While my mind is busy scripting one of its greatest escapes. Although my
Oblivion
Walking amidst the sights, I nearly felt myself lost, Gypsies all around, selling trinkets at an enviable cost, The sun was just beginning to rise over the last tent, Such an aura of heavenly joy to this beautiful day it