Monday, April 20, 2015


Somewhere back in time, the mind blossoms
Hopes to forward in decay
Some flowers died, but the petals suffer

Horizons of love float through the ocean
Hoping to finally meet
Some waves were optimistic, others waved goodbye

Lies in the news print, the pen weakens
Hopes to be stronger than the sword
Some words never make it, they only die

Headache in my mind, now starts to rationalize
Hoping to spit out all the chaos
Some drops are as big as rainfall

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh, this is beautiful.