...where is the innocence?

Screams and Whispers

Gunshots in the distance,

Blood on my hands.

Walking alone in the moonlight.

Whispers in the dark,

Screams in silence.

Drops of rain on the window,

Lightning storms in the sky.

So many things to do,

Such little time.

Dreaming of bliss,

Waking up from a nightmare.

Helping others smile,

Crying in the corner of the room.

All the time in the world,

Nothing to do at all.

Gunshots in the distance,

Blood on my hands.

Traces of Desire

"Thanks a lot”, she said.

"You’re welcome”, I replied.

And that smile told me something I had never realized before- she knew me much better than I thought she ever would.