People are like soup.
We come in infinite varieties and flavors...
A fiery, fun four legged friend
Loyalty without question, until the end...
Out the door,
flying...
Longing and yearning, feelings inside
Slowly stopping, devouring my pride...
They expect so much
I can do so little...
Your thoughts were scattered
as the mind played tricks...
It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...
To whom do I write this poem about?
To which recipient do I send it to...
Intensity begins...
the insane obscured turmoil...
Karma has an immaculate design
to destroy the happiness of those...
For the atmosphere
has kept away the air...
Emotions trap my voice in silence;
a silence that fills the winter air...