The crowd reluctantly awaits you,
a single speck that will not budge.
Your time to move is long overdue,
everyone is running but you trudge.

Your life is tainted with bitter lies,
another's joy are things to detest.
Your excuses add up until it piles,
the heart is too fatigued to protest.

Would you unravel me your mind,
the entrance to your twisted world.
Or would you try to silently decline,
and watch my agony slowly unfurl.

Cleansed

The snow is gently accumulating,
on a path we frequented before.
It knows not of the disappearance,
Of a forever that's no longer anymore.

We had our time, and now we tarnish,
like exposed steel that can easily rust.
The memories will soon diminish,
underneath a pile of powdery dust.

Peace

Peace-

Are you a figment of my vivid imagination?
I never once had the luxury of owning you.
You randomly vanish at any given moment,
you find amusement at seeing me subdue.

This aching, everlasting torment I now suffer,
becomes a reality whenever you leave my sight
And yet, no matter how many curses I utter,
the hidden ugly parts will always win the fight.

Linger

I don’t suppose you’d know,
how your voice lingers in my ear,
long after you leave and disappear.

I don’t suppose you’d know,
how wildly my heart can flutter,
with just one gentle whisper.

I don’t suppose you’d know,
how utterly painful and unfair,
for you to break me beyond repair.

I don’t suppose you’d know,
how it feels to cross my mind,
and live in a past I can't rewind.

You

On foreign lands, I’ve hesitantly tread.
On silent seas, I’ve quietly sailed.
On busy cities, I’ve aimlessly crossed
Of nameless faces, I’ve carelessly passed.
Through different seasons, I’ve unconsciously weathered.
Through infinite obstacles, I’ve recklessly triumphed
Through anything that is, and through everything that was,
I want to be certain and unafraid to say,
that every soul I met has led me to you.


 

Feel

We are more similar than we would like to believe. 
We’ve seen our quixotic dreams crumble before,
And we’ve all experienced euphoria no matter how rare.
Ultimately, we are just beings surviving under the same distant sky.
I could wake up in a different place tomorrow,
and still be feeling what you felt.