all the city lights combined
would only be half
as bright as you

you are... good.
good in a way i think i’ve forgotten how to be.

waiting for the miracle

burning candles at both ends
on the alter of time
hanging out with false friends
the blind leading the blind
enraptured by belief
that we all have our chance
dreaming through existence
that some may call a life

waiting for the miracle

What will this world be
Now that I can’t hear the melody
The song that was out there
Never more.
Intense sadness
Robbery of joy
Missed chance of knowing you
Leaving an emptiness inside.

Loving friends
Like music, giving extra meaning to be
Happiness to have a song inside
To share
a smile or tear.
Now that you’ve left silently
tears are falling.



Shell ✨🐚

There is a dark shadow
In the corner of my room.
I did not notice it at first,
But I think it has been there for months-
Growing-
And growing-
And snuffing out the light.

I only realize its presence now-
As half of the room
Is shrouded in darkness.

It has become hard to see.