The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds...
I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...
A god for every action
A god for every deed...
Songs throwing me into memories
The night I danced & spun giddily upon the beach...
Seeing the world through the eyes of a child
their innocent minds have showered me...
It creaks from age
Old wood worn thin...
You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you...
and the worst part of waiting
isn't knowing whether or not...
Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...
From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...
I always have you in my mind
not once will they turn blind...
At noon a mouse beneath the seesaw saw
An elephant with nuts across the yard...