Secluded.

If only we could choose the Days of woes Possibly sometimes snooze the trouble that follows. Every time I fall I stay still, like a doll Nothing to hold onto Not even a wall. I rage in silence If not…
If only we could choose the Days of woes Possibly sometimes snooze the trouble that follows. Every time I fall I stay still, like a doll Nothing to hold onto Not even a wall. I rage in silence If not…
Sky is blue, And mostly It’s true. The darkest of clouds, Cut loose, Rains and drizzles, No gleam, and sometimes even the whitest of cloud trespassed. While spectating the shower, Like every drop thoughts change. And for some To pause…
My ink is blood and sometimes it can have tints of rainbows. I would smile through the woes, But don’t you ever read my journal, Because with you, I would share anything, but pain. I’d laugh like the dawn, But…
Waking up, opening eyes Always am surprised Because I know you’re with me But I could never get used to it So i sit there, and look at you Breathe, peacefully in sleep, Who’d want to disrupt that There’s so…
Oh veils, what are you hiding? Behind those walls, I suppose , there’s a garden, waiting to be explored, to be discovered, to be written about, to be identified, to be realized. Oh veil, like others I suppose, You got…