“She knows that he knows where to find her.”

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

Somehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.

I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

Slowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

No matter the age, a woman who is unloved is lost – unloved she might as well die.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

People can’t, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents.