Fickleness

In this moment, the moment of confusion There is this world on my palm Fragile and conserved. I waive my hand to this abyss And I wonder if there is someone as little as me on this earth Was I supposed to be this confused A little reckless and recluse How am I stuck here … Continue reading

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Making Sense

  In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start.     © An Empty Glass, 2016    

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Three nights

Three nights of three wonderful smiles A drop of sugar and the world goes rhyme How much did you drink tonight? Not much, a few of that and a few of this I smile, thinking of my abyss Rolling on to the floor then I laugh This world and its magical stars My future and … Continue reading

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