Wild Unicorns...

They told me, yes they did...
There are no unicorns...
Mythical, beautiful, ethereal..
And at once of you I thought...I did...
You and me, wild unicorns...
To this world...we don't exist, ethereal!
But yes, you and me...wild unicorns...

At dusk and dawn...

At dusk, she looks out of her window...with lights, dim
She sees her soul pulling at the tethers of her heart..with every whim
Longing to fly back to where it belongs....to him..
And yet at the window, she stays...with lights, dim...

At dawn, he stands outside a teashop...with a crowd, alone
He sees his mind wandering to the nape of her neck...with every breath
Longing to sense and feel her, for he knew she belonged to him..
And yet at the teashop, he stands...with a crowd, alone..

Sometimes...Just Sometimes

Sometimes...To be tied...is to be free...
And..To be free, is to be tied...


Sometimes...To be gagged...is to express...
And..To express.. is to be gagged..


Sometimes...To submit..is to lead...
And...To lead..is to submit


Sometimes...To deny..is to accept...
And..To accept..is to deny....

Sometimes..Just Sometimes...