poetry/

when words get strung together like music

crappy poem

I tried to write a crappy poem
before the night gives to sleep
to tell you how much you mean
but all could be conjured
was the scene of your light
setting my heart aglow so
slowly it was not missed
until the peace keenly
rescinds when you leave

your light stills me
yet remains unseen
by the person it emits
thus all I can barely attempt is
tell you how much I mean
in the spaces hidden between
the lines and our seams

if one day I should be
lost to time briefly stolen
perhaps these silly lines reflect
your light must exist
for they can only be formed
from a heart warmed and tinged

grace in autumn

love touches the way
leaves fall with grace in autumn
snow melts in sunlight

system

only with distance
can we admire the stars
making a system

the sun & the moon

the sun lights up the
moon yet they stay apart for
their world in between

old book

I tried to pretend
you were an old book I read
shelved in a corner

out of sync

we are two dancers
out of sync without a catch
when one is falling

unchained moment

we can love something
just for a unchained moment
it takes to exist

strong shoulders

What can we do
when the weight of the world crushes us
except to silently endure
till strong enough our shoulders become

indefinite

words, that I cannot say
there’s just too much in the way
time, was not in our favour
yet we had moments to savour

a strange space, u’ve left behind
somehow we’ll always bind
love, is not what it is
a connection that’s difficult to miss

that look, I will never forget
previous lifetimes we must have met
Indefinite, a word that describes now
Of it remains a deep lull