The songs we’ve heard
have led us nowhere safe
run and hide
I don’t know how men can wear ties / and pretend everything’s alright / when in fact all they wanna do is run and hide / When in fact all they wanna do is run and hide
Sometimes rain whispers what we need to know.
To those who are not around.
If at one point or another we called ourselves friends, do believe that it meant a lot to me. Life, it has a tendency of setting things apart, our relationship was not anything different. Who had it wrong, who had it right is obviously not important now. Please, do consider that if anything were to happen to you, to any of you, I’d mourn if that was the case, or I’d help if you needed any. Because, I still treasure the moments we shared.
- She said: Wear a tie tonight.
- He thought: For you, I will.
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A life of doubting
A life of guessing
A life of presuming
you loved me plenty
Just for tonight.
It just
my blood
tonight
just my blood running
down my arm
for tonight
it’s just my blood
since
In the past
I have spilled
words and phrases
conversations turning into
roads leading to unknown places
That’s where I am
precisely nowhere
so tonight
it’s just my blood
it’s just tonight
it’s just my blood
it’s just my arm
is it just my life?
did I even have a life?
because that night
of absurd second guessing
that night
you flew away
and with you the life I knew
so tonight
it’s just my blood
it’s just tonight
it’s just my blood
it’s just my arm
My City
Illuminate.
Sorrow conquers the heart of the living, just as shadows do with the streets of this city during night. Even though street lights are sufficient for some of the late night walkers; in one’s heart, I find it hard to believe, renters would like to live with the lights turned off.
Awkward.
“It is just a poem”, he said.
“It is not even that good “, he said.
“It doesn’t capture who you are”, he said.
“I mean… whatever”, he said.
“Shut up and kiss me”, she said.
Then I Stop
as I type away my thoughts
you have a way of showing up
telling me how I should feel
whispering you are missing me
then I stop
for I can’t bare it any more
then I stop
because your words
they might
do their wrong
What Now?
It was raining.
He sighed.
She smiled
condescendingly.
“What now?”
he asked.
“I’m not here
to help you out”
her eyes implied.
His shoulders
he shrug.
She closed
the door
of her home
not knowing
she was also
leaving out
her own heart.
