Multiple Sightings
Weren’t you the busy one today?
Waiting ’round every corner I turned
Just out of sight
Studying
My ways and whys
Feeling no urge to help or accompany me
Your mistake
Someone should tell you
That Someone is me
Your excuse?
Leaving me alone the day long
I haven’t stopped talking to you
I’ve stopped grieving you
Bad Fantasy
What the dust
My front doorstep littered
In layers of bravado, force-fields
And might
As if the guardians decided
My heart, prone to thieving
Had stolen their swords
Then taken their jobs
So they quietly left in the night?
Brave the Sun
Were you here
If you dared
To be beside
Me
As We
Careened too fast
Straightaway
Down some side street
I have traveled
Many times
And you’ve not
Would you
Summon courage
Brave the Sun
Look at me
And find yourself
Glad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Wanna win me back
Before begins the countdown
Be you rejected
Each and every time