Poetry

Every night I sit down…

Every night I sit down, To write about you. As the moon shines, the stars glitter and the sky with its scars watch me; As if, an artist was about to paint a masterpiece. I sit down, and think. But I fail to write. Not because I don't have the words, But because it wouldn't… Continue reading Every night I sit down…

Poetry

That golden sky…

I turned the page, It read something strange... " ... It is a chaos, When the thunder performs; But whatever it is, It's always a beautiful storm. So maybe in another life, I'll make you stay; But for this time, my warmth is in that sun's ray! " I stood in silence, Beneath a shattered… Continue reading That golden sky…