Tag: art

All day longi I mulled over my problems,
Except the moment that I smelled a rose.
I guess I’d rather write about perfume.
People forget to stop and tip their nose
But, self destructive minds, we’ve all got em.

My soul’s reached every season in a day,
As if its only anchor’s gone astray.
It’s been a long time since I’ve cried at all.
Now “Walking on the Waters,” they would say.
The Holidays just made me feel this way?

For something heavy, it is not the time.
Just smooth away the thoughts and not “unfoil.”
I’d like to go to sleep without my mind.
How ’bout a touch of sandalwood oil.
In fact, there won’t even be time to rhyme.

condensation comes
when the insides feel too warm.
and so my eyes cry.