are you, addicted? to being connected? to your partner? your friends? to work? to everything that may not have an end? do you lie to yourself? or do you face your hideous truths? are you them? or are you, you? have you looked in the mirror yet? does your conscious point to you? or everyone…Read more Introspective
Seven years, to look in a mirror, to see what was, what wasn't, death, it pushes us forward, catapults us to regret, to the next step, to a patience undone....
Its pain, pain to the root of the problem, come on home, with no home to come to, but who are you?, you to me?. hold me one, last, faithful time,
I am not mad, nor angry, or confused, anymore, at him, or anything we were, or weren't, I was brave, I faced him in the light of day, a halo around my head, cracked, grey, find your happiness he said, and I, I shunned my face away, from the happiness that sat next to me,…Read more Anymore
With great eyes, of green and blue, we stared back at each other, remembering all the years of me and you, the lingering feelings, thoughts, worries, and truth, facing it together, as we face each other, one another, silently in tune, sweet silence, with sweeter doom, it has been, an age, and lifetimes coming, I've…Read more Of Green and Blue
I've lost track of the days, and ways in which to be happy, what an anger you've caused, all down to your loss, and it is indeed heavy, on my mind, on our souls, we wish to have you once more, but the angers seeds deeper roots, growing into lashes of stems, reaching out to…Read more Track of the days
Heart in my chest, brain residing in my skull, will it be, or will it not, a seven year charm, an invisible spell, to remain or be broken, Hope be spoken, but fate holds all the cards, close to her heart.