sometimes you don't feel it happening until it's too late
and you wished you knew
so maybe you
could do something
but the truth is
it would still happen no matter what you did
so you're grateful you didn't notice
it would've just hurt more

-fading

I have no overflowing words
within me,
waiting to be anchored down.
Just empty silence.

It’s a quarter past 3 o’clock in the morning
Full moon overhead , makes the mood just right
This beautiful song comes on
From my old music box
That was left unplugged
On the old coffee table next to my bed
My old music box always has a bad habit
singing on its own without warning
Even while being unplugged
Almost as if
There  is a ghost sharing
The house with us
But this time
The song released was beautiful ,
Beautiful because it was about love
Or
Maybe perhaps  it could’ve been
About  hatred
Half asleep I really cannot tell,
But anyhow,
In between of the sweetness
Of the artist voice
Us howling at the moon
And the record’s hoarse,
Lies , violent skips
I dance, I dance anyway,
My gentle moves in my bed,
Over, under
And
In between the sheets

And
In her steady arms
And her sweet caressed
I found solace and forgiveness
Until the light of day