Last night,
Under my pillow
I placed a key.

(Found it lying lonely
on my way to nowhere)

Wishing for some magic.
Wishing for an escape.

Four seasons,
but
only winter he loved,
When
he let the coldness
caged in his heart
set free,
disguised as
the cold December winds.

At night,
the grey clouds of
her dark memories
cover her sky.
As it gets darker,
rain starts to fall on her face
washing
her kohled eyes,
staining
an already leaden pillow.

The tragedy
of the binomial couples-
day & night,
black & white,
wrong & right;
together in our words,
separated in our world.

Look!
A newborn rumor.
Feed it fiction
or maybe a fact or two.
And it will grow bigger and plump.
Some will laugh, fret
and some will cry.
Until-
it starts to fade & gets boring & old
and
a day will come when
****! It's no more.

With no strings attached,
his stray heart
flew carelessly & free,
every day perched on a new tree.
Until his heart
found a cage-
he called it love.

You stumbled upon my fantasies
wen I let you look into my eyes.
You shout,
"Our reality gets better."
But how?
Convince me and
I want to be convinced.
I am ready to
give up my dreams for us.