I'M IN A RELATIONSHIP
BUT I'M NOT FEELING IT,
I LOVE HER
BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE
SHE LOVES ME,
WELL NOT LIKE BEFORE,
I'M LOSING HER
EVERY TIME
I TRY TO REACH OUT
TO HER
I FEEL REJECTED,
ITS LIKE
WHENEVER I STRETCH
MY HANDS
TO TOUCH HER,
SHE FURTHER DRAWS BACK
KEEPING A DISTANCE,
LATELY I'VE NOTICED
WE ARE NO LONGER
LIKE WE WERE,
EVERYTHING HAS JUST CHANGED
I DON'T KNOW HOW,
ITS LIKE OUR LOVE
HAS RAN OUT OF SUGAR
WHAT WAS ONCE SWEET
IS NOW BITTER AND SOUR
SLOWLY APPROACHING
A TASTELESS STAGE,
I'M LOSING HER
HOW DO YOU RESTORE SUGAR
I'M LOSING HER
HOW DO WE BRING BACK
THE SWEETNESS
OUR RELATIONSHIP
ONCE HAD,
I'M LOSING HER

We were building a boat.
A sea-worthy vessel made for two.
A cosy little nest,
a shell of the promise for me and you.

We made it sturdy...
From keel to hull.
We sang to each other
to oust the lull.

We spoke of the adventures,
together we'd avidly chase.
We braced for the storms,
we'd most likely face.

As the last drop of sweat...
Fell freely to our feet,
the boat was done.
What were once planks, was then complete.

I climbed aboard
and hoisted up the sail.
You lingered for a bit...
Seemingly cautious that the boat might fail.

The craft quickly drifted out to sea...
When the wind, the sail did willingly welcome.
I cried out to you so you could hop on...
So with me you could come.

But you simply stood there...
With a gaze incredibly deadpan.
As the currents pulled me further,
I only then realised...
That I was never your plan.

It is absolutely breath-taking..

how each of his exquisite poems sing..
a distinctive melody,
*how his mind works like magic...
sculpting the most incredible forms no one could.
Brilliance just shines through his woven pieces...
no words could really define how awe-inspiring his work is.
His meticulous sublime words...
uniquely create ingenious and flawless stanzas,
making each and every one of his craft...
out of this universe.

That is truly..
*how gifted he is.

The sunset bids goodbye as
the azure sky takes on a tint of pink and apricot,
fading into hues of indigo and violet.*
The birds soaring beneath the clouds of dusk...
embracing the last few moments of today,
welcoming...
*the evening's crepuscular charm.