you're like the fog
that blinds my vision
the smokey obstacles
to my ambition

those forest-green eyes
that speaks a dozen tales
leaves no agony behind
and let none to sail

SNAP OF A TWIG

endless splinters
like an arrow dart
on countless fingers
that turned to ash

wilderness hut
clouded by your whispers
where i place my trust
or fall into a trap

if ever dear,
you found a shell by the sea.

keep it to yourself,
close to you.
it could bring you something
you never thought it would.

like a safety charm,
to keep you safe
and accompanied.

if ever dear,
someone breaks your sight.
grab your shell,
and hold it by your side.

remember what it could bring.
a little sun rays,
and a little peace.

if ever dear,
you realised it was not a shell
that you picked.
but a hope instead,
brought by some tingles in your veins.

would you still have
kept it close in you?

for you have not seen it in your eyes,
but your firm beliefs.