tonight i am sad
tonight i am lonely
the demons are screaming
and i need you to hold me

Time does not exist,
Yet timing can mean
                         everything.

What does this mean?
I insist, please explain,
How a tic of a seemingly insubstantial second
Decides the fate of everyone in question?

It’s a breathtakingly beautiful mystery
Whether time is
     for
             or against
me
In this unfathomable paradox we blindly believe

I wrote a book once
but every page was breakup letter to myself.
It’s not you, it’s me appeared to be the theme
yet I found those words incredibly hard to believe.

Some are shrill and some whiny,
Some are deep and hoarse or smarmy.

Some sing, and others scream,
Some are lazy, some are keen.

Some are there to comfort and to reassure. Or there to ridicule and to exacerbate an emotional sore.

Mine are, mostly, the latter type.

I wish that these wonders and beautiful scenes could last forever but not all sunsets and sunrises stay the same, and the moon and stars may not always shine and maybe the ocean is just filled with fish and nothing more.
    But a piece of me still holds on to these memories and the feeling of something beautiful
    Because just like every changing sunset and sunrise, some things will never be the same as it once was.
    All I ever wanted, all I ever needed was for something to stay still.
    But after all of these years of watching the bright colourful hues of the sunsets turn into dark purples and blues, I should have known that nothing beautiful lasts forever

the night is fractured
   and they shiver, blue,
those stars,
        in the distance

Intertwined silhouettes in the evening twilight,
the wind causing the raindrops to fall erratically in spite.
Your kiss, an everlasting promise and each drop of rain in all its glory
is a beautiful note in the symphony of our love story.