a skeleton hides
in this old, wooden closet
that i have become

I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december

Quarantine, a blessing it may be
When the busy ones, admire their baby
And the daughter dresses her father
With the clips and bands, making him fancy
Its a time when all laugh and glee
And observe their family's beauty
Which was wrapped in love and glory
and yet you are unhappy
Thinking its a mess only?

Faintly smiles the sun
The colour of the full moon
Shy in cloudy sky

I never told you this before
My dearest, closest Hp friends
But I love the things you say
I can feel your words within

Unraveling out of darkness
A million brilliant lights
Imagine all the poetic eyes
On the screens of some device

Connected in a web of riddle
Laced with rhyme
A maze of broken love set free
On different waves and lines

Storms and calm waters
On one big poetic sea
Seriously my friends
Without you
Where would we be?