To Apsana, my true love
(2015)
This was written for my love. She wrote a poem comparing her as the moon and I the sun. So inspired by that I brought forth my answer to her lovely poem. I love you Apsana.
For the longest time, I envied Wo… How powerful they truly were, and… Using them simply as a catalyst, To create worlds that others would… To create a fantasy for the broken…
I lost the idea of life. The only constant is pain, pain that dances along a strife fi… mixed with tears that drop upon my… just like rain...
what lies between the stars? two shining lights within the nigh… twinkling amongst others distance isn’t vast with the eye but no one can see mars
Broken beneath the surface Keep breathing they say Smile to keep the preface As you lie upon that bed Fractured with no skin broken
Hello, It seems you also are confined wit… I’ve known them all my life just like this constant strife and… Invisible chains
Let’s take a break— Those words fell fast and hard. As they escaped Her lips— Slipping the knife into my heart
Madelynn, your love was strong and… It was the best of times and the w… We were young and out of our minds But at one point we did love each… I’ve lied, hurt and broke you
Our whole lives we’ve been togethe… from childhood we played in the su… chasing after each other never kno… audacious and bold little teenager… learning from each dare and bet
Story Its been so long hasn’t it? To think that we once thought of t… Where life was like France La Vie En Rose
Look outside my dear, Do you see the rain dancing? Prancing around the petals of our… Oh how they can change that vibran… From a beautiful, elegant Red;
Lost children seek warmth within the souls of friends and lo… reaching for the stars but landing… Lost children seek love within the hearts of friends and l…
Keep your eyes open the sun is rising over the horizon the darkness is fading and light i… soon daytime will reach but in this moment we are at peace
A sudden hush has fallen upon this… all the bustling and livelihood seemed to just rush away in a scur… leaving behind a certain Grey the bright colourful hues
eight by eight is the box I live i… squares within squares holding what I know to be true win or lose within this box I shall reside
Wandering minds meet wandering fee… Along that dusty road Torn and tattered clothes flow Off of young soft supple bodies Heat exchanged from palms to bosom