Epiphany
Why is it, that in a world, with a million sights to see, And a time, when there are, a hundred places to be, At a juncture, that has a hundred emotions to feel, That you suddenly turn away, becoming
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,
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