Words In The Night Words, so silky soft and smooth I yell them them from an old brick roof They form a sentence in the night A sentence, trying, to make things right But what is gone is forever lost And put beneath, the cold, white frost I want it back, back home to me But know, that i have let it free

Thoughts 'bout #poems #poems on a wall, 'bout summer, winter, spring and fall. Quite simple, they are all, like those you'll find at nearest mall. But there's more to those of mine, 'cause even if the mass-produced are fine, they're cold and heartless, just made to rhyme, while I put so much love, in every, single line

Clouds Clouds, dark and grey. Heavy, but still so light. Only water. Small, small drops. Just hanging there. In the air. Then, they fall. The clouds fall into rain. I fall into pain. 'Til the sun comes again.