My heart longs for your consoling words. My ears longs to hear your footstep. My nose longs for your smell.. My skin longs for your touch. My head longs to lie in solace of your arms. My eyes are weary watching through the window, hoping you may pass by. I know you are not coming back, but I couldn’t find the reason why my heart wants to wait?
I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room
I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I
Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an