Good morning, You
A person of interest in the crimes against my heart

Unseen in the dark
I stole the piece
from the sky
that was never mine

Hidden ashamed
I must wait
for the price
I´ll have to pay

Petal by Petal
Petal by petal she unfolds to tell
What wonderful taste love celebrates
Beauty has its own entity to dwell
This is all what sweet relation narrates

Love leaves me no more on ground
I am ordained to heavenly paradise
Beat by beat this increases the sound
Her beauty makes me to but entice

Now I have her color to be with her
I remained no more me to but narrate
It is her wonderful style just to spur
She is mine my real sweet soulmate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

the sun goes down
whenever you leave
it always hurts less
when you're next to me
the moon is out
and the flowers miss the sun
i wish you were here
my dear, my only one

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.

“I’ll miss
Dreaming my dreams
With you”

Anxiety is depression without the resignation;
the teetering hope on the cliff edge, not knowing if it will fall or right itself.