A melody of minds.

a short poem

Lost in a place. The memory sweet taste. the broken face of the human race, when do the angels fall from grace and when do we meet face to face, to witness a state which can’t be seen, to cry a little after dreams, when the world means nothing but then I see your standing right beside me. And then whispering words which are so true then suddenly you vanish and the seconds tick by turning into nights as I thought they might, to hold onto a wish so tight and hoping you will just be alright. Sometimes I wonder if the world enjoys the pain in my mind hidden by my gleaming eyes, but we shall all get out of this alive, even though we don’t think we will survive, our heartbeats remind us of why we are alive, our emotions challenge our drive. Because our souls are deprived of flying through the skies, ignore the questions and reasons why, ignore the minutes ticking by, because im looking into your eyes and all I see is heaven in disguise.