Trials and tribulations..
Have shaked my once solid ground...
Treasure the dream
No matter how far...
Man, I don't know...
But I could be a bottle...
Time-
is so valuable...
Her smile greets me each morning
as within her mind, everyday is a new day...
Part of me
wanted to steal...
Poets need their space
That white fiber paper...
"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...
Captivated by your smile
I wonder how you hide the pain...
Thehaands of aclockareabeacontoguide sight soul...
My life is a snail trail of brokenness
where my dreams thirst for company of winds...
Believing
in yourself...