InsomniaI wonderIf those talks matterFew done in the clarity of dayOr the manyDone at 3 a.m. in the morning
Poetry, Art, Literature
I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise
Love, Poetry, Art
LatelyI’ve been dreaming about youAbout usSharing our secretsTalking, even if we arguedKept talking, till we sleptMaybe I woke upOn the wrong side of bedMaybe I thought about youJust a little too much
Love, Hate, Poetry
When my words are concealedWith lies and disguises, truth and beyondInsecurities in the veil of trustBetrayal in bounds of liesIt’s just the charm of words darlingGiving the illusion of happiness inside misery
You see the world in colors,I see in Black and Red.
Gothic, Literature