Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do IContinue reading “Last one at the end of the circle”

Season of rain

It’s the season of rain I’m unable to say much, and neither can you As you barely greet me with a speechless, subtle smile. This silence could be awkward If we weren’t so keen on getting lost In each other. It could be minutes if we let it, But I believe I just saw theContinue reading “Season of rain”