She spread her hands,
A helpless gesture
of excuse me,
what can I do?
Words collapse on tongues–
wicker baskets of water–
Hand in hand.
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.
I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway
So, I wave my hand as we drift away
Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade
Oblivious. Yet that’s for the better.
Lost in my own world of pop after eight hour drudgery
Completely dead to the fact that the shout of “Let There Be…” is sounding
The wanderer moves on,
Leaving behind the burnt up logs
Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
It hurts sometimes
How much I love you
I need you next to me
To feel the warmth
I want to touch you
I want to hold you again
And so my friend you now comprehend
why writing is a track where the end spells lack.
Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium
that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his
She can still see
How wonderful he is
For only through these codes she could speak
To someone who’s truly angelic