Splinter

Warmth flared when the palms connected.. Eyes filled with concern, assuring everything's alright.. Heart raced, for the search of a missing piece.. A piece for comfort, for enlightening the pain.. A piece that brings a goodnight kiss, and the beginning of a chapter..

One, two, and three - A Hindu film.. From far ends, both ran to each other.. Singing and spinning, playing piano in the air, left right left around a tree, and dancing in the rain.. All wet and shivering, but you - me - today, was all that matters..

Four, five and six - The downfall.. Today came to an end, and tomorrow never exist.. Eyes drown with tears, heart stopped, for the piece, was gone.. A death sentence, with no room for appeal, no room for love.. All left are just three, memories of endless joy, days of finally, being me.. And so it was the end of the story, happily never after..

Four

One, two, three and four
Done hoping for anything more
Roaring, stoning or maybe tearing
Or rather, perhaps, everything

Pessimist ain’t an easy someone
For all that’s seen all that’s done
For the grief and sorrow coming along
Proven wrong, one has longed

Thunderstorm for rage, sunny for joy
Cloudy for being an emo lil’ boy
Waiting for day to turn into night
Waiting, again, to regain the sight

Words as deadly as a poisonous dart
Blown, from mouth, straight to the heart
The fall, broken, and torn apart
Ended, with a silent depart

Tense atmospheres and cold bye’s
Forced smiles and avoiding eyes
Never bringing the past to the future
No more sweetie that’s for sure

Despite always being a somebody
Despite choosing to be nobody
Despite no more being a part
Those were never wanted from the start

Deep within still lies a flare
Burns in the dim, always there
How diminish and how insignificant
It’s always lit, every second