• Warm Stream

    It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes as it falls it leaves a mark when I no longer hear yours but my own breath. Deep inside no one knows what I’m feeling, this feeling what I’m wishing, this wish, if only it were a dream wake up to new eyes. At night when all is dark, I open my eyes to nothing but a feeling, the feel of a warm stream coming down my eyes.

  • An Apology

    We’re not perfect Do you ever wonder why we’re holding on to this anger? I haven’t forgotten what we’re fighting for But I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it at all I want back the you I used to know I’m not willing to forget, just willing to forgive Or is it the other way around? All I can think is how short life can be This is pointless We’re not getting any younger, let’s pick up where we left off let’s start a new dance, let’s write a new song. Do we want to get older and regret it for the rest of our lives? So many what-ifs…