#lifeandlove
An air-breathed; an end be near?
Life… a riddle held in the lungs;
Love, a rhythm two hearts hum—
That dare to follow that drum.
My faith never came early—
Late-believed; that fragile gift,
Born from two shaking legs—
Knees trembling like leaves in wind,
Yet somehow… so fairly conceived.
These eyes have seen sunlight spill
Over quiet mornings; the mouth reaches
To taste what sweetness time is storing;
The ears lean toward laughter, toward
Whispers that tickle the soul; the nose
Finds truth in the air, untouched,
Unspoiled, whole;
But the touch of it all… so fleeting,
So fickle—like holding warm water
That slips through your hold.
And still, we gather these breaths
Into words; to pass young wisdom
To our young… in sentences carried
On air— an heir-breathed.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
My life's too dreary
Why did I boast?
Now I'm paying the cost
Oh! I'm so weary
Been on too many journeys
Carrying heavy loads
On life's numerous roads
Too weak to survive life's tourneys
They told me home is best
There I can find the cure
Then maybe,I'll become pure
When the beast in me finds rest
That's why I'm here on my knee
With tears in my eye
Sorry 'bout you and I
I'm still just trying to find me.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC