Maybe, he does thinks about me

The way I do.

Maybe, he stares at my picture everyday

The way I do.

Maybe, I am in his thoughts at 4 a.m.

Just like he is in mine

Maybe, he waits for my text everyday

The way I do.

Maybe, he loves me in his dreams

The way I do.

Maybe, he adores my simplicity

The way I do.

Maybe, he prays for me everyday

The way I do.

Maybe. This word keeps holding me

From getting attached to someone else

From getting drawn to someone else

Because…

Maybe. It’s meant to be

But just not yet.

The sky was dark, cold and hazy.

People around her, were already feeling dizzy.

Weed and wine wasn’t her taste.

She knew she arrived at the wrong place.

Near the window, she sat feeling the breeze.

Started penning down, her thoughts with ease.

A glance around the room, made her wonder.

An innocent man, was about to surrender.

The fear of judgement was evident in his eyes

An admirable habit was about to die.

One drag, and his world around started to spin

A glass in the other hand, he felt like a king.

With an addiction so strong, come over no more

The family screamed; and distance was knocking at the door.

One step forward, you are already in the game

You will lose yourselves, and no one to blame.

Is there a better place? She asked herself.

Where, spirits and crystal do not ace?