The Wait

Seven behind To break and shape the heartNever deniedGiven, takenBrought to life Enter eightThe one to waitThrough uncertain days Her King, defendsAnd love it bendsMaybe breaksWith peace aboveBelow the snakesEastern contestJealousy detest In time there exists but one choice, no fate Nothing else, To Wait

A Step Above

There are times, she saidTimes for what you want and times to stay in bedAfter the morning, the time belongs to the sunAnd what you think that you wanted turns its head to runThe sun it keeps revolving The cycle it makes from the groundOnly seems to be on its ownBut its so much moreContinue reading “A Step Above”