I've never been good with words, neither have I been with my actions;
I failed enough at times when it mattered most, just like with you;
I want to hold on, I want to - I know its worth;
the wait, there is so much for us to see and live through;
dear, would you wait for me too?

I’m a man made of broken relations
one piece from each
each has a story of its own
one that gets me closer to being complete.

Sometimes I say to myself
that I need no one by my side
I convince my inner me
that I can be both -
the one that needs and
the one that fulfils.

I adore the darkness
yet I crave for the moonlit skies
In its calmness, I feel alive again
And continue my quest to find a better me.

I close my eyes, and I hear me breathe
I sway like the carefree wind
as they sing in harmony with the leaves.
As I open them, I find myself back in my den
searching for the switch to play it all over again.

In the glimpse of the hovering nightfall
When thee haste, being terrified
The manwolf craves to see the moonlight
from the crevices of the skies    

In the glimpse of the incoming blizzard
Thee run across the moors
Only to find yourself
trapped within the mighty doors

In the glimpse of the shattering light
That shines across the Alps; so bright
Thee love to gaze through thy panes
as it briefly begins to drizzle, to rain

So terrified, mortified and nullified it seems
Shivering through the ghastly dream
Felt within to be untrue once
But alas! Woke up to find myself in the midst of one,
holding my darling’s hand, step on step; we dance.