Wash Away
The pain,
Tears do
Fire Flights
Of desire
Comes crashing down
And
Falling Into Place
While we Don't have a Clue .
Time
A Seemingly Limitless Commodity
In Tune
With the Sincerity of my Heart.
Soon I'll
See You Around
My thoughts
As
I Stare at the Ceiling
After hours
With this Nostalgic Feeling
Towards you
Founded in this
Graphic Book
Of
Our Summer in Sydney
When your Kiss made me Giddy
And Why you Couldn't be Here .
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
