Something changed
yesterday.
I don’t see the bridge
anymore.
It’s covered under a
thick and unwavering
fog.
I know it’s still there
somewhere.
Hidden beneath
hurtful words and
tears.
They say the weather
can change at any moment
so maybe I’ll just
keep standing here.

the sound of rain on
a moving train makes me wish
the trip was longer

when people feel trapped
sometimes they're the prisoner
sometimes they're the cell

I'm scared that I will love you forever …

Everyone is curious in this world
But not all questions find their word
Some boldly tried, falling their climb
While others got answers with time

some nights I wish you'd
just knock — it's not just my door
I'll let you in through