The way my head fits on your shoulder,
Your arm around me like a shield.
It reminds me of when we were younger,
Hiding from the battlefield.

The way your hair falls like a blanket,
Keeping the two of us warm.
Your watchful gaze while i’m asleep
Is what keeps me safe from harm.

A poet really  never stop writing
Only sometimes we loose the strength to write all down..

   Slips into madness
Bcz its more comfortable
doesnt care about the world
But Observe everything..


Saying nothing, preferring to write
every ink filled line
Gives the full acess to
Parts of troubled minds


Writes of hope, even when despair stand on door
Lit lights into other worlds
By charging his mind.