Worry! put the blame
not on my head but on
your selfishness, you
never said to my ear
something happiness
like a brightfull memories
of celebration will be on
your way soon

Tonight
I heard the sky falling

It fell to the ground
drenched in pain

An eerie frame
gone in the black

Eyes glistening
under the baggage of dark lit
heavy clouds

Like an orphan
with no arms outstretched

Streams of silence sobs flow
drowned in loneliness

Hours
till the break of dawn

Perhaps
night rains
are the adult version of
letting go

my hair is turning blue
shades of light gray

sweet november
are you close

I keep staring
hoping someone catches my eye

if you ever need a friend
don't come running

I'm in another world
lost in a memory

my past
present
and future are merging

into one
I can't find myself

I know I'm fading
waiting for all the leaves to fall
so I can pick them up
so I can crush them all

if I'm a color
I'm a sick blue

I hope I do not fade away
like the stars at dawn.
A footprint
left on the desert sand;
a dream that is lost to memory.

Meet me in the middle of a blank page in our book. Meet me where our story is not yet written.
The previous pages are already colored by permanent pigment and etched in stone. They are not erasable. You cannot burn them or rid yourself of them without destroying me. They are forever imprinted in my memory. All we can do is remember and forgive the mistakes we have made.
So, please, meet me in the middle of this blank page where the words are not yet written, and we can write our own story's course.