Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...
While we rest in peace
after spending myself I had earned this trip...
When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...
When i first saw you :)
i knew this feeling was new...
The silence is so deafening, thoughts ringing...
My fingers cold and fragile, gently wipe away my...
You, a multifarious wave
crashing into a pocketed shore...
Your holding on so tightly,
and I have no idea why...
We run away from oblivions
Pitch-black past visions...
I have written about loss like
my body is tomb for cupid arrows...
If I died, would you cry,
would you even notice it at all...
That Phone Call
I was looking forward...
There is a collection of love letters
that I keep hidden...