Category: Arts

You like your coffee black Insomniac at night Swallowing goodbyes It’s true, I haven’t seen you smile For countless days and nights Tell me you don’t feel right   Am I wrong?   Do you miss him When you touch me? Do you still feel Empty feelings? ‘Cause your frail heart Shut your brain off And sent signals From your eyes to mine   And yet, I still love you I’m wrecked, don’t forget me And I feel like I’m drowning It’s my fault for not letting you be I…

He looks at her like she is the finest painting in all the Louvre, like Mona Lisa and the Birth of Venus combined. When he says hello, what he means to say is: I wonder how long it took for God to carve out your cheekbones. She blinks, he hears a melody coming from her eyelashes, it sounds like a choir in the heart of a church. Her name is his new favorite word, how it sits comfortably in the back of his throat and rolls right off his tongue….

He came in my life at my darkest hour   When the man who promised to stand by me who made feeble promises to hold me in the dark and protect me from the dangers of the world left, without a word or clue I do not know why to this day It was very windy that day and I did not have much on I was wearing his favorite dress dusty rose and pair of white slippers but he never showed My dress gathered dirt my make up smudged…