I feel vulnerable and weak
my energy drained-strength...
He is the watcher of life
the cosmos rewards him...
black and green giants pour
sound forth as much as paper...
Surrounded by people
You once could call friends...
[“Your mistake is you tell the king what he can...
- Sir Thomas Moore to Cromwell, A Man For All...
You came into my life
You were a part of me...
Sometimes I feel an itch
forming on my lips...
Everything in moderation
is what they always say...
The stale air lingers,
Emptiness surrounds his heart...
G. Tears kept falling down that pretty pretty...
What's gone wrong with me???
I am not able to write a single thing...
There's a lot that could be said,
the mind works in different ways...