A pebble drops in the inky surface,
The weather driven water as if a
Brown varnish.
I am the ripples in the water,
You are the pebble that made me change.
Hold my hand,
Make me spin around once more.
Give me what I lack,
Things like
Trust,
Love,
Friendship.

Just like the ripples I am,
I am gone too soon.

Lying awake
At midnight,
Eyes to the sky,
Confusion racking my mind.

Thoughts of you
Consume my brain,
Keeping me preoccupied,
Making sleep elusive.

All because
I want something,
Someone,
I can't have.

Regrets are for those
Who make bad decisions
And everyone who
Lacks intuition

Those with a
Bountiful perspective
Don't lack the
Requisite objective

To get through life
In a satisfied way
Though they might
Never break away

From the monotony
Of daily life that
Leaves you wanting
Something not flat

The sly smoke lingering upon the room
The door open, enclosing the broom
Calmly I sat,  on my wooden  chair
Reading the newspaper, under the sun's glare

Yet the phone soundly rang
A catchy tune it's speakers sang
In my mind, who could it be?
In the end of the line, a stranger greets me.

And such reveals the mists of mystery
He demands me to stay awake
This uncalled feeling of stressful misery
Is far worst than I could take

I hope my life is never so desolate
that it lacks art or poetry;
that would be the only poverty
I would find intolerable.