Time will tell... it does, it tells but it doesn't tell the full story.

The answers lie in the questions, yet questioning seems to not give me the answer. That's because you don't ask the right question... then which one is it?

Embracement of Streets

Two parallel streets,
Blown kisses to the wind.
Lips that never meet
shrill our skins.
An embrace is all we need
Cross the street, dear.

May 21, 2013

Nothing soothes my mood as good than a piano song.

It looks like you are not coming back, yet I wait for you as if you were here with me sharing poetry with your eyes, but your eyes cannot see the impact of your absence on me.

Many known poems are written by unknown poets

"Every single day
I chase my own tail
Like a rat inside a maze
Gotta get, gotta get, get away"

-Skillet

My erotic poems are acknowledged more often than anything else -.-

A dream is the duvet I always blanket myself with, it warms me up and makes me cozy, yet I know my sun awaits for me somewhere in the world, that someday, I must make my bed to finally start my day.

Oh.