Angelic
The snow falls on my shoulders
As i collapse with patience
Each breeze hits my lungs like never before
I reach for love, for death, for life
Each missing piece in me
Makes the bitterness even more evident.
“New Year, New Me”
Each passing moment it seems
That another season has concluded
Only then I have realized
That another year is ahead of me
Another year I, myself
Have aged breathlessly.
Rawness
The powder sparks the ground
With it’s shine
The salt is scattered
It doesn’t know it’s in the way
Maybe your love
Isn’t too much
It just needs to be scattered
Throughout the day.
