raysthepoet

it’s really here huh..!! The new year, 17 days down 17 times the sun has dawned, Yet 70 times i had to Rise i have

a chilly morning it was, A cloudy dawn, aromas of Silence dominated the air, On a beach A pile of freshly dug moist soil, a

Art, it’s about passion, The Sentence are just words But if you just listen they flow through you, And the whole lot become greater than

Said i wouldn’t leave, devastated would be an understatement, She said, ‘But am Staying,’ I say as we lay On top of a world we

Heart, Matters of the heart, they matter, Have you ever had your heart aching? your whole being melting from the insides, Your soul screeming from

Am holding a pen to a note book, Note that, i have uncontainable ideas, so am hoping it contains enough space to Float in, See,

Love Happens, it’s Like a Pit trap which Falling in is inevitable, When you fall, you breath in the Colours of happyness, You get Lost

At the edge of an abyss he stands, but its not the first time, I mean he’s often on the verge of falling in, An

Stuck is his State, the swamp engulfs tight, He does not Sink, getting out of that Stink is his wish, A sweet but Painful Pleasure,

Dangling from the Rope was his lifeless Body, Beside him Lay a note which only a Single Statement read; “I am Sorry.”, Clea shy, Right?