Lost and found..

the pressure is mounting as you look in the mirror..
there is no one else.. ur alone..
and scared of what tomorrow may bring..

A forcefull fist shatters, the fragments fall to the ground..
each piece catches your eye as it falls..
each a second of life come and gone..

warmth trickles along your palm..
as you raise it to your eyes to wipe the tears..
and the world shrinks to your room..


I miss writing poems like this.. dark and gloomy..
Suicide notes and butterfly kisses indeed..
its the edgy gothic andrew i'm so confortable with..
but in actual fact.. i'm not gloomy or dark anymore..
i just tuned into who i wanted to be..

i'm really glad.. contented.. = )
sweetie is finishing her exams soon..!
work is fun.. having a blast..
and i have my health.. hahaha..