Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Where I used to stroll everyday.

Where all you would hear
Was the song of a wing
And a sigh was all you would say.

Where all you would smell
Was the freshest of air
And the sweetest of colours in May.

Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Oh take me back for one day.

How can your hands
be so warm
when your blood
is so cold?

.      
                                                              if
      i                                                   only I
      t                                               had known
                                                  you a few years
      h                                    later. All the confusion
      a                                and all the tiny heartbreaks
      p                             would never have occurred. We
      p                              are like shooting stars;  always
      e                               passing each other by a mere
      n                                   inch. Waving hello and
      s            t                           always goodbye
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                   I                                 i
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Motionless...
Each thought that I conjured just took over us
Power is a word, something that i've lost,
A trait that I'd destroy when my love turned into wrath

Sweet, sensational behold another universe
Behold another realm in which our love is not that fierce

In another reality, I should meet you first
But in all the other galaxies I guess I never learnt

Time, space and now love is a variable
Because in every possibility our love is incomparable
My love for you...

Can you love?

Can the look I give you be explained?
In science we're just molecules,
Your love's yet to be attained

In a reaction

Please pull the trigger,
I beg and I plead
My life is a mess
my heart needs some peace.

Please pull the trigger,
would you try to save  me
I'm depressed, melancholic
No more, no please.

Please pull the trigger,
the burdens too big
my body is weak now,
my soul needs to sleep.

Please pull the trigger,
Grant my last wish
'fore I lose to myself
I'm helpless. I'm weak.

Hey mister! please look and see
My soul begs for freedom
my heart wants its peace.

Mister please pull the trigger,
Please try and save me
I'm tired, I'm bored
I'm done for, I QUIT.

A busker played a song which reminded me of you
and as I turned to see
the world metamorphosed into a canvas
washed with
dull greys and silhouettes,
inviting me to paint on it my nostalgia.
Melancholy surges, and I fill my head
with images of coffee jars filled with your name.
I chalk you onto my Christmas list, and let my eyes swim in their sockets.
My favourite sport is playing with the thought of having you again.

Five minutes might change everything.

Eye light candles,
twisted winking at
whirlpool water walls.
Cracked note sound saliva ,
arrives late in the day.
While the eye light candles'
wax melts to tears.

Free-floating mouths
switch on insincere smiles.
With micro-tonal sneers that
flex in a wind
of pointless perpetuity.

The smile's
smile their smiles.
The eye light candle's
wax tears fall to fate.
A sun wakes and exhales
light; but it's far too late.