Who knew
comfort was in the shape
of sweaty palms
and lullabies?

My dear lovely muse,
I thank you
For being the moon,
For bringing ink

Those sleepless nights
Became my fire
Lit up the world of words
Brought me to the peak

Let us see,
My muse,
If this path I walk
Will again be the path to you

You make me feel things
that I'm not proud of
but if you want me to,
I'll scream it to the world

You painted
skies and flowers
I wrote - untainted
blue poems for hours

You smiled
then the sun shone
It drove me wild,
the blue in my poems have flown

When I saw red,
I deconstructed it as death
Which ever I think of,
It goes back to it

But when you wore it
I saw nothing
But the color of love,
The thing I long for from you

Now I know
Why I can't take not hearing you
Why I hate the world
When I'm not with you


I don't dwell on the past this much
But looking back, I realize
I walk a path thinking about another
A path leading me to you

It is such a scene
A comedic one at that
To see me suffer with words
But breathe out a million for you

It makes me spin
When I write non stop
About how your laugh harmonizes with mine
But stops when we speak