Sweet Sangria
Hand in hand.
Quiet footsteps
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.
If I Miss You On A Maxi* Ride
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
The wanderer moves on,
Leaving behind the burnt up logs
Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
Don’t Quit
It hurts sometimes
How much I love you
More Each Day
I need you next to me
To feel the warmth
I want to touch you
I want to hold you again
Metronome Reality
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!
DC
But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his
She can still see
How wonderful he is
His face
His grace
His smile
His dimples
His mannerisms
ALLTHERAGE
ALLTHATRAGE
GIFTEDTOME
FORTHEASKING
ALLTHATRAGE
COULDHAVERUINEDME
RIDDINGMYSELFTODAY
NOLONGERFULLOFIT
Vertical
For only through these codes she could speak
To someone who's truly angelic
Aftermath
My life has not been changed.
All is the same.
So why the difference now
that you're really in the past,
Gaps
He wasn't that far from her, literally.
But there was a wide divide between them.
Cannot be crossed.
Will never be crossed.
Seven minutes
You confessed to me
That you loved me
And the moment you said it
I was thrown off to an imaginary world