Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the trouble of her laboring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

There is a space between me and you,
I visit that space more often

They say the stars twinkling
might not be real anymore

The past still hanging in the air
diffuse with every breath you take

I could never figure out if the moon was waxing or waning,
Tonight could be anything

I let my thoughts fly into the painted sky,
Drifting they fall into my mind

The moon waxes, pulls my mind
smells my body of earth so divine

With every monsoon, the colours drip from the sky,
My thoughts come back to me through rain with the moon that wane

Drowsy dreams, melting stars,
The gravity that pulls me apart

In that space the forgotten song waits for you
A whisper, to exist, to disappear.

everyone was wearing a mask
dancing to the tunes
celebrating anonymity
enjoying the freedom of being unknown
drinking under the bright neon lights.

there you are, said a familiar voice,
A friend.
She smiled, i smiled back.
Suddenly a plunge to my heart.
i was bleeding,
breaking, hurt.

her mask fell off,
no her face fell off,
i couldn't tell.
i saw my foe.
behind the face of a beautiful friend lay my greatest enemy.

i was bleeding breaking,
hurt.

If we are completely limited to the
mind, the body and are questioning whether
we have a soul than we cannot quietly tell the others
how we are, by what we are

But we can commune silently,
where everything vile is out
of the darkness within, or the vacant feelings
we feel. How are we, by what we be

Some exist while some just endure
very less live in the present,
and mos people rift in waves, drown
in the past or make dams for the future
for "Me, My and Mine"

How we are by where we live in the time frame
How I am, how are you?
If i am being me than so are you.
Are you me? Or me that you are is you
Our name's declined us of our commune. Otherwise,
How we are, is by how we become

Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?

Bricks lay upon you when
You try to love again
It's never easy
To pretend
Like you
Never
Cared

You gave your heart
You gave your heart
Only to be crushed
Burned into ashes

Never did you meet
Such a person
Of interest

You tried to see
The good in love
All you got was
Memories
Heartbreak
And a whole lot
Of pain, so discreet
Yet, it left you weak
Love can be
A beast
Death in
Disguise