The more you run from something, the more it begins to follow you. The thing you want to stop thinkin… is the only thing on your mind. What ends, will always being.
Through my thoughts I think a lot Young and your life’s on lock Your existence is there My existence is here For a second our lives interfere
‘The boy at the music store, not the same person I met before. New face, new embrace, quick conversation, so much tempta… A light breeze, a cool freeze,
Woke up a bit lighter, like a weight has temporarily been lifted off of me. New life paths unfolding in front… Reality with you felt like a dead…
I was silenced by your silence, an internal violence... An unsuspected science. What’s the opposite of chemistry? What do you make of me?
I don’t exist Only at times when I speak I sit and observe Merely an object that consumes I have a room
Rising sun, go to sleep A new day has begun. Wake up, afternoon, Close my eyes,
Waking up every morning with this… Going from my chest, all the way t… Resembling a giant knot, like the… keep the boats tied up close to sh… The boat I would always get on
life is just a series of open-ende… things that are left unsaid, quest… /waiting and waiting. prolonged eye contact is one of th… it’s when you and another person f…
The very idea scared me to the core. Never saw it as something I could be capable of. Believing that, I was doomed for failure. Always seeing life as someone else’s to have and not for ...
In the eye of the beholder, holds… for each perspective is far too le… narrow, ripping at the seams. Have you ever clarified opinions? Or do you wait behind the curtains…
I’m back home now. Sure that you have moved on - that you are doing just fine. Today is your day off, it’s hot out– I wonder
Prologue - (I kept walking, with my eyes glue… The sun hit my eyelids and rays of… Something was trying to escape.—— Moonlight– moon lit meadows,
The clock is ticking It’s time to decide Should I choose love Or should I choose pride If I don’t make a choice,
A feeling that is unfortunately ti… Not a poem that is rhyme-less, It makes sense, but feels tense. I swear we shared something real, I am not quite sure of your ordeal…