Alcohol&toothpaste;
Waking up, you smell of love
Sleeping, you smell of love
My dove, I'll drink to thee
Cover the sorrows, cover despair
Bring me headaches and thinning hair
Nothing a little mint can't fix
New day
I'll try again
Words unspoken;
Toes barely touch the floor,
mastering the relevé
A dresser blocks the door
It'd be a tragedy if it stays
Though the deed is done
His time has come
Sleep now
searching;
I'm coming to you
These voices
These faces
Crowded spaces
It smells of city life
Somehow it's alright
I'm really living
Taking this train to you
Tracing these faces too
New, all new
Each day they carry truth
Who are they going to?
We share this moment of travel
Moment less appreciated
Lived, forgotten, alleviated
;Public
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Small thought;
Sit here hoping, thinking, dreaming
Trying to make it last
But nothing ever really does,
soon it'll be gone with the past.
Wish you were here
Nocturnal;
Before I wake, I see colors but I don't remember which ones.
My mind captured and kept prisoner these profound sights.
For a while sleeping was the only escape from every day life.
But sleeping almost becomes as scary as death.
Missing out on moments, memories.
Dreaming which was once serene, now haunts me even in my wake.
Or maybe these concepts are haunting me in my sleep.
Death will tell if not time. Goodnight
Before I wake, I see colors but I don't remember which ones.
My mind captured and kept prisoner these profound sights.
For a while sleeping was the only escape from every day life.
But sleeping almost becomes as scary as death.
Missing out on moments, memories.
Dreaming which was once serene, now haunts me even in my wake.
Or maybe these concepts are haunting me in my sleep.
Death will tell if not time. Goodnight
Coffee on an empty stomach;
I sit alone in this empty room and I think of you.
Do you think of me?
Is it when you're awake or when you're sleep?
The way you smiled, cried, laughed.
You once told me - "You're all I have"
But that was then, now I'm all you had.
Moving on is meant to be sad.
Right?
Do you think of me?
I sit alone in this empty room and I think of you.
Do you think of me?
Is it when you're awake or when you're sleep?
The way you smiled, cried, laughed.
You once told me - "You're all I have"
But that was then, now I'm all you had.
Moving on is meant to be sad.
Right?
Do you think of me?
llo
hello
Morning;
These walks, these days,
these sounds
This place.
It has a peculiar taste
A specific feel
Particular face
Ocean grabs his feet
Sun marks his skin
Sands marked by him
Where hope and love meet sorrow and grief
The Beach
;Where Sky meets Sea