Momentous —
An exchange of oranges and reds
Between manes of black, white and grey;
Happiness —
An exchange of blues and yellows
through greens, pinks and violets.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Momentous —
An exchange of oranges and reds
Between manes of black, white and grey;
Happiness —
An exchange of blues and yellows
through greens, pinks and violets.
A life of one —
Similar to the life of a gun,
Silence by a bun,
Silent and blunt.
Potential to be done,
Doing actually none.
A life of a duo,
Precious as gold,
You can’t wait to be told,
Gotta’ dare to be bold.
Someone to go to when you’re low,
Watch things unfold — you’ll be sold.
I used to see you weekly,
We share the love for photography.
Rails and trails we would conquer,
Off the beaten tracks we would discover.
You remained the life of parties,
I was caught up with late night studies.
Though we aren’t as close as we used to be,
Give up I will not – I live on memories.
You’re dramatic;
You don’t understand banter.
We seriously can’t connect,
On so many levels.
I like your ambitions,
I like that you’re kind.
Don’t have to always hold yourself to standards
Epic sky high.
There are much more to appreciate,
Than just the climb.
At the end of the day,
I’m here to accept and hear you just as fine.
I wouldn’t leave,
Just because you don’t have time.
I wouldn’t leave,
When you ain’t got a dime.
I need a lot of honesty,
I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you like loyalty,
Because you’ll have mine.
I wish I had enough to say it out loud,
“I’d want to know if you’d ever like me.”
I refused to be a face in the crowd,
But that’s what I ended up exactly to be.
Sensitive to nuances,
He knows the real me.
Couldn’t put up with my performances.
Battle of the wits,
We agree to disagree,
Together we make two wholly misfits.