Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Moon Over the Sky

I often wonder of all the people that I come across in my life,
How did 'we' ever come to be?

These skies only bleed out unseen memories enclosed within jars...

I sleep and wake to the sound of you breathing
As I lay down in your arms
This is all in the now

For dreams are meant to be dreamt
As destiny awaits elsewhere

Amazed and hypocritical at the two shades of face
This comfort suppresses all known feelings

I will be judged but I wont breakaway
Nor will I carry any regrets

The man jumped out of the auto
Disappeared for several minutes
Came back with not one but two coconuts

These little things bring me happiness...

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