only yesterday i met him
right?
or was it several centuries ago?
i reckon this is what forever feels like
swirling as we breathe
let's just stay amazed
and believe
this is life how it's meant to be
steadfastly lapsing with love

I don’t know why I write these poems,
All these words are full of emotion,
Those which you will never see,
Things I want you to know,
Yet I won’t let you.
You will never read these poems,
You’ll never know my hurting,
You will never be a part of my life again,
Even though only you can fill that part.

You are the pen to my paper
The muse to my art
Through my words
You will live forever
In the hearts of those
Whose eyes have gazed
Upon the work you inspired.

What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides

They mumbled on me,
For something I never did.
You were my alibi there,
But you just disappeared.
Was my suavity the reason?
Or am i a knave to you?
I was in a daze,
And all I needed was a tender touch.
Don't know the reason for your wrath,
I can only blame these rotten days.