I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness,
It’s safe to say that , I’ve been stuck in the cycle of relentless regret, a feeling that’s often much harder to repress, and just like the sound of a tune on broken tape, a glass pot goes down to make way for another.
There ain’t no pride in all this subdued shamelessness, not when it fell from the roof of a fleeting consciousness, only to leave back the deeds of unflinching casualness, but its all done now although not at all for the best
It’s safe to say that , I’ve been stuck in the cycle of relentless regret, a feeling that’s often much harder to repress, and just like the sound of a tune on damaged tape. a glass vase goes down to make way for familiar.
There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts
The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding