Round and round it goes
A fish in its paradise
Contained in a jar.
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Diamond sprinkles shine
On nature’s disrupted glass
Life sprung from the pond.

I am selfish in the fact
That I want you to talk to me
About anything
So that I might feel closer to you
Instead of wanting you
To just be

On dreary days
When the sky is grey
And the light is white
My state of mind
Is mine to choose.
To wallow or to waver
Or to cherish and to savour.

But on days when warmth
Seeps into my skin
And I’m pleasantly glowing;
With tiredness seeping out
I can only be at peace.

If there were no words
For our identities
(If we were just
People, and only that)
Would it still matter
Who is attracted to who?
Or would it just be
A meeting of souls?

This too will once pass
These silver tears of sorrow
I shall call it ‘end’.
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Old framed picture wall
Dust on long forgotten shelves
I shall call it ‘time’.

Graffiti artworks
Adorn grey and lifeless walls
Halt me in my haste.