do not wait
for that moment again
of a place and time
someone
was there
just waiting

the ticking clock tells
no lies

and no tales
of lost moments

think.

when was the last time
youthinkaboutthinkingaboutme.

in a city that never sleeps
where do
dreams go to

horrorscope 2

it said
i would be between
a rock and a hard place;

as if ive been elsewhere

the truth you told
repeatsitself
i never fails
to fail
a perfect
succes rate.

wish i am ___________
if you knew
you will be happy
because you will be free

dreams are like glass

when broken

the pieces hurt.