Drip it like on to some built surge
Let the urge happen so upfrill
Will frills on the dried up lizard
that you kept upon on the hill

Lite let lick a minute
But bet pressure builds a knot
Know that I can't finish
Means that you can build my plot

the rush of an absent serendipity rips through me,
I sense the vain but I can't seem to pull away it's really heavy,
And with every last piece of grace I pray that you're happy,
In many nights to come I know this repertoire will die slowly.

Novermber returns

We started to sense the cracks this time around,
It was two years back but the cracks are still making a sound.
The cuts are deep, the cuts still sting,
Down the lane here I am driving through flashbacks,
For a moment it felt like we could still have what we once had.
If I say I've come to terms with it, I would be lying,
You started a new chapter but I'm still on the same old page...writing.

It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.

Creeping memories, broken promises, an absence, simply a word would do the trick,
As you drown into the starry night, you're ****** with the realisation that you're left with nothing,
The voices are getting louder, but the night grows colder, lonelier,
You stare into the void as you try to find a voice to speak.
They always say that when it shatters, you won't know strangling from choking,
But to you it was like breathing in shredded glass and no pain can come as near.

For whom they ask are you bleeding?
'Leave me be, let me be' you beg and you plead.
You pick yourself up,
You keep it in,
You walk home,
And tomorrow's noon you feel the tears streaming because

It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.