You are a door That I have Never been able To open In a house That was falling Long before I was born Maybe The latch Was broken Maybe You lost the key A long time ago
Sometimes the Moon is just the Moon Stars simply stars They're just reliable objects They just are And birds are just birds They're pretty They fly Often words are just words They're witty They lie And colors are just granted Sort of like you and I Until each pretty petal just withers and dies
can i just stay here pooling in our memories can i stay lovesick sincere and look for no remedy can i love you forever even if you wouldn't know can i just miss you dearly and love you alone
I could be an endless story, A life-long paragraph, A best-selling novella, But I rather choose to be a poem In which evolves all the Feelings and stories Of me and You.
The room is dark... I can not see my own hands... I randomly hit the piano keys... The notes don't make sense... It does not matter if I keep my eyes open... For the room is pitch dark... And it does not matter if my fingers play in disarray... The sound just lights up the room... I discovered darkness is no match for music and poetry... Any evening can become magical if music and poetry are by your side... How these words can flow when I can not see anything is a mystery... Which I don't intend to uncover... I will just keep the company of my piano in the dark...
Peeling away. Away from reality. Seeing things differently. From a slightly different angle. Like 2D world discovering 3D world. Ignorance. Safe in ignorance. Content in ignorance. Best not to know. Safer, limited. Tough enough as is! Mind blowing it be.