Silo DI glorio

The winter sets and it's glorious but it's all good now A child had awakened inside him as he wandered amidst the untamed bushes in the backyard Walking into the room with doors wide open...Willingly awaiting a gentle knock Recognized her scarf hanging off the hook at the corner with abundant stain Don't get soul sick Maples immersed in the ruby hue Silence clutched his lips as he gazed at this view His Fingers frantically reaching out to the scattered leaves that rest lifeless on the ground, Reminded him of his fading days that him drowned How hard he struggled to embrace his past like an intoxicated teen but all was in vain Don't get soul sick The winter sets and it's glorious But it's all good now Now I know why he didn’t feel good today Watching the tainted whiskey pushing its way down his throat He whispered, “The world was long over for me “hiding her scarf behind his jacket. Promised me that he won’t ever stop by these...

Friction in its conventional meaning implies resistance that one surface encounters when rasping over one more...it’s the   force that makes it difficult for one object to slide along . I wasn’t into these..I never was. Until it was time for you to put down the warm messed up bed sheets and the pillow refusing to let my curls unwind..I still wasn’t into these until the smell of your body clutched firmly against the windowpane refusing to scatter into the air choked with the cigarette that you smoked last night. Its been a while that you left..and we both blended into this chaotic relentless life once again. But my 2:30 AM’s refuses to abandon me into this real world. It reminds me of the uncanny comforting pain my body experienced , when your hands explored my skin..and your lips veiled into mine. I was lost into your arms when your voice commanded my limbs to obey you. Little did I know that that desirable ache will haunt my skin once again! I didn’t stop you from leavin...