Feet Lies,
Head Flies.

most of us are lonely

Not even the present you is better than you.

Heaven and Hell, the two
Both derived from one, any clue?
From far it appears a spherical blue.

Split that blue you get the two,

Goes to heaven,
Birds, animals, rivers and who?
Beautiful mountains but none of you.
Way to hell,
You and me as none were true,

We ask hell,
For what sins we deserve you?
"Mwahahaha!", bellows the hell.
You thought the world was due to you,
You made the world a living hell,
For all except for you.

Now enough is the call,
By those mighty few,
Heaven goes to them,
And I am left for you.

When I met her
She whispered, "You'll love me forever",
She was death.

They meet often
Sometimes to talk
Often silent
To exist together
In their own
When silence is mutual
More comforting
Becomes an emblem
Of a great relationship.