Author: Words Rhymes & Rhythm

“i hope i find happiness outside this world… away from this place.”

I know of a country there once was
History says it used to flow of milk and honey
Perhaps that is too long ago a time
For all that is left of it is ruin

What if… our silhouette no longer stands behind but hangs over our heads like clouds.

you laid here, on my bed
within ear reach and finger touch
but I was mute, crippled

don’t get mad at women
for refusing you
we want to be seen as something more
than our mere flesh and bone

we don’t owe you anything
just because you were nice to us;