It’s just another day

Remember that one night on the town

You could be my ‘unintended friend’

Look at the blue skies gone gray

The worst is almost over


—-

Let’s have another one, ready for the indefinite counting?
Remember still that short half a day togetherness we ever had? 

It was that another day, with the girl I like

—-

I never knew that cupid felt like this

I’m willing to buy his arrows of loneliness

When my heart broke did you like the sound of it?

You said at least a song will come out of it

—-

Under the bright blue skies before it shifted and at last gone grey 

I left you a question to be answered, have you found it yet?

Before we made a wrap of the day

So, what is loving capable of doing?

It’s infinite, ever so elusive. It works like a magic.”

I’m moving on, I don’t even know her


Yes, that’s the end.  

We said our last goodbye

I think I’ll go home and cry


This is song for you

It is just another day


Strangers On The Train


Is there a joke you need to make?
Is there a smile you need to fake?

You cut so deep, you hit the bone

​She lost in sirkular wander

Threw out glares what seemingly in motion outside the train

Along with it, she guided stark firm by luminous force

The scenery shifted a dim cloudy 

as the skies changing forth its clothes; most probably weary

She left far back her heart but she didn’t yet realized what’s coming next

Not until she made a stolen tilt; he besides ever so solemly undistorted

It amused her but left her wanting more in constant glaring 

Finding an excuse of her own made okay

There is so much still to explore.”

On the long journey of two strangers on the train, where the story first began

Is there a flame you need to light?

Is there a neck you need to bite?

Or does it take to guide you home?

A Copy of Your Name

Hoping it’s you, I gaze once more

Hoping it’s you, I keep looking back

—-

She made yet another acquitance,

She felt like endlessly calling the name 

It brighten her heart in an instant; as if she felt his present 

He left her traces and it was a wrap since then

And it is enough a call out of his name on another

Am I loving you the most? To let you get the best of me.”