You look towards the setting sun Burning like the fever in your head Like the ring of fire encompassing you Like the blurred opinions of your immature head   You look towards your favourite twilight sky Teaching you lessons of your clogged existence The crimson trail of clouds it leaves behind The sky playing peekaboo … Continue reading Crimson.


Music to my soul

If I could write you a sonnet The sky would be my paper The stars my ink, the galaxies my words Even then, I wouldn't write Because when I think of you Thoughts fail, words give up Stars fall, in shame As I give in to my soul Where the beating of your heart Is … Continue reading Music to my soul