The pen

I hold my pen and the words don't seem to flow like they used to do, something is wrong something is missing and some stuff I just can't understand.

Some hopes are real and others are just slipping away from my hands and at the end of the day i hold my pen and i just can't seem to understand.


Why my thoughts can't flow and whose words is those written by my hands.

The Shadow

I know only your shadow,

It seems enough for me.

I can give it the details that can set me free.

I know only your shadow,

It makes me feel fine.

I am falling in love with a shadow,

The empty shadow of you.