As the clock strikes midnight
And the love dies
Reality smacks us
Right in the jaw
The harsh winter
Greets us like an old friend
When love ends
It fades away
Like a half rainbow
That disappears in the sky
Beautiful
But
Incomplete
Midnight
When the magic dies
And the next day
Begins
Where love doesn’t follow
It's left behind
In the yesterdays of forever.
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
