An old draft 2

I wish I could write a poem for you, darling; I wish I could sing for you but I laugh at that thought because it'd be as fake as our love. You wanted a pastime and I was lonely. Perfect match eh? Probably not. Oh how I hated your giggles! Remember when you laughed out … Continue reading An old draft 2

It’s that time of the season.

You can never be my sunrise, I can never be your sunset; I am not amongst the stars, You can never be my moon; The universe can't conspire, Nothing's written on the wall; We write our own story, Then take different paths, The sky takes another colour, World wears a new weather. And until it's … Continue reading It’s that time of the season.