US

It was a special time for all of us,

A special haven for everyone.
Those days wrapped us in its cocoon,
a bond that held us fiercely in its womb.
Years have passed,
we still remain true.
To those days we spent,
being a special few.
And though at times some threads have broken,
We had found ourselves ripe in emotion.
Our journey had led us to eachother's maze.
And we stood holding eachother's hand.
Let us hope this is how it remains.
In this special world, where we belong.

Pic - By deviantart

Mood

She walks along,
Having thoughts rumble in her head
She walks along,
Listening to the sounds that drive her to edge.
She tries to remember,
A happy conversation,
She tries to recall,
A day without a brittle.
He says she is just too moody,
And perhaps she is. . .
But she has found both,
Freedom and safety in her moodiness.
Freedom from loneliness,
Its her own haven.
And safety,
from being understood.
For those who understands her,
Also enslaves something in her.