When you’re close to the horizon That’s when I like you best Whether it be in the mornings When you rise in the east Or the lovely evenings When you set in the west. When you cross that natural line That’s when you truly shine bright It warms my heart each time You turn on dawn’s charming light Or paint the blue, cloudy skies Glorious colors in the night.
A Battle with Time
The clock ticks away like It doesn’t give a damn whether You make it or miss. Its allegiance is hitched To everyone or everything else – Never with you. So you wage a war against it, Defying its natural flow, Keeping with your own rhythm. You never win.
The Danger in Punctuations
I know you want it better I know you want it best. But if the way to perfection Is killing me with your Punctuations – Let’s stop right now So my life won’t end. And you get to keep yours.
Big word, I know. Too many letters wasted On something that Doesn’t really matter. But I dare say though – It’s a word well-spent Describing you.
I regret to say I am no longer as fond Of your rhyme as In the past But with your rhythm, I have fallen in love.