friends who are never lovers
Your eyes never meet mine. Whoever turns, the other walks away. That’s how they always miss each other, even though there is love.
dancing with my demon
There’s a shade of dark wherever there’s the light. You always follow, slightly off beat, but I have learned to dance with you.
life is a climb (still in progress)
Up the stair, the lights are getting more intense. There is the door, but where does it lead me to? The brightest of it all or quite the opposite.
