Sunday, December 23, 2007

Wake me up when everything ends

“Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to.”

As always. Right?

“I didn’t mean to do this to you. I was angry at that time.”

As always. Right?

And as always you feel sorry. Right?

But you have to know that all the kisses that you later plant on the black and blues on my body seem like a million apologies to me.

I laugh at apologies. Especially the ones never confessed.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

A far away mind

Windows were closed
A roof always above me
Hidden from what I loved,
I knew I was!
Where are the dark clouds?
‘They are miles away.’
Liar! I want to see.
‘See it through my eyes. Love me.’
I want, I want, I want to see.
‘They are far, far, far away!’

Indeed I was;
Far, far away!