Sunday, 16 September 2012


I've made mistakes,
But they're just simple pleasurses,
I like to drink,
To stop spitting feathers,
I've relived prayers,
In my own rendition,
We were promised miracles,
All we got were definitions.

In between heartbeats,
There are hills,
Hidden among the dour,
Are memories and thrills,
Self sacrifice in between hours,
Skipping through pitfalls,
Heres a quilt of promises,
Its all I have to give.