Turtleneck

I missed it all
Living in this shell.

Turtleneck.

I made hell
And here I dwell,
Dying.

Yearning

An insatiable lust and
Endless curiosity,
Faced with terror
Beyond relief.

What I yearn
And what could be,
But if I can, if I even should;
I cannot tell.

That What is Missing

We were together
For so very long,
And one afternoon
You were gone.

Things change
And it is easier now;
Yet I still miss you,
My dearest friend.

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder
What could've been
If things had gone
Just a little different.

What Could've Been

Where we all grow
At our own pace
At times I
Feel left behind.

Where we all face
Many things
On some I
Missed out.

In a world
Of wonder
I am left
Wondering

Of what could've been.