Black and white

So this is all I amAnd this is all I knowCan't tell a summer loverTo settle for the snow The last time I saw them Your eyes still shone for me I don't know how to function What is time and space and light and day I might as well be swimming in the river …

Sometimes

Departing from my usual style of writing, which is to basically make everything a spectacle, this was written when I was in a somewhat forlorn place, maybe a year ago.  Sometimes, you wonder if all poetry and love songs aren't just grossly exaggerating the majesty of Love. But now you are barely at the base of …