living through the pane,
bodies snuggled in the blinds,
whilst hearts drew curtains.
Though it may be the saddest word ever said, goodbyes still have their due moments.
Feel free to peek through my Goodbye window, to see the first of its series, and do make sure you have a hearty week ahead.
Cheemnonso
En route to our dreams,
we procure one-way tickets
through neon nightmares.
The question, however, becomes: “How much are you willing to pay for this trying travel?”
Cheemnonso™
sneering seagulls sing,
as he oars through lonely seas—
a party of one.
.
Cheemnonso™
The tender tendril,
writhes and dances o’er her love;
a painful allure.
.
Cheemnonso™
The stars, I offered,
along with lustering moonstones,
yet, you needed space.
.
Cheemnonso™
Would you help me up,
when crows sing the sun to sleep,
and my demons wake?
.
Cheemnonso™
It’s that time again,
when he travels round the sun,
with hopes not to burn.
.
Cheemnonso™
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