No More Sun

I used to dream about life,

and now I don't.

Because how can you dream,

if you can't fall asleep.

You said no matter what

we'd be together,

Now I'm here alone,

trying to find warmth in this cold weather.

The sad part is,

no matter how warm it gets.

My heart will always stay chill and cold.

For when you left,

my heart began to fold.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.