Winter comes in soft, with a ache. a sad chill that sets. Upon the earth, upon my chest. The trees are bare, the sky is pale, Like memories that encompassed in my brain, slowly flail. Each flake that falls is like your name. The wind sings a mournful song, As if it knows the love we had, was wrong. Or never had the chance to bloom, Now buried in the winter with doom.
I walk alone through the streets, Where every step feels incomplete without you. The world is still, but I still ache. For love that time could not remake. And in the frost, I feel the sting. a sting of things we lost. things that never had the chance to spring. Winter holds me, tender, tight. A warm embrace, which I felt with you at night.
Silence is a man
A man who wraps me in its arms
A man with a gentle hush, a quiet charm.
A man with no need for words.
A man with no need for sound.
With him, In this soft space, I’m safe.
He holds me close, without a plea. I feel with him more free than ever. Silence, tender and serene. With him, I find the peace I've always seen. Silence is a man.
in shadows deep. The owls awake, the foxes creep. A symphony of distant cries. Echo beneath the starry battered-black skies. And in the dark, All thoughts slowly disappear. All fears dissolve, all wrongs made right. For in the hush of night, we find the peace. That only night can bring, a release.
I had never thought I had to leave her. Leave her like this.
It was in the dead of night, I had her in my arms. The car near us, was upside down. She looked up at me. Every emotion decipherable. Pain, enjoyment, sadness, nostalgia. I couldn’t see well. My eyes, they were full of tears. I wanted to scream. Scream as loud as I could and beg for her to hold on. I realized at a certain point, that the ambulance couldn’t save her. How I knew? She was growing cold. I hadn’t realized. Her eyes, once full of joy and everything amazing, were dull. Staring into space. I never believed anyone when they said every second counted, but now, I do.
