Artist: Saint Carlito
There is no one inside.
Nothing at all to hide.
Some people are deep.
Others are asleep.
Which one of these are you?
Are you one of the few?
The ones who actually care
when your heart is about to tear.
INSIDE
care
WALK ALONE
I walk alone each night
On cold, country roads.
No one calls my name.
No one cares to stop.
I walk alone each night,
Hoping to find the one for me,
The one who calls my name,
And who cares enough to stop.
ALL STORIES HAVE AN END
Source:melisica
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t care.
Would you?
WALK THE LINE
The line is straight and clear.
Any misstep
can create abject fear.
Walk the narrow line with great care.
A deviation
can end the life you hold so dear.
NO ONE INSIDE
Artist: Saint Carlito
Tumblr: http://saintcarlito.tumblr.com/
There is no one inside.
Nothing at all to hide.
Some people are deep.
Others are asleep.
Which one of these are you?
Are you one of the few?
The ones who actually care
when your heart is about to tear.
CALL MY NAME
I walk alone in the cold night.
On roads cleared but deserted.
No one calls my name to stop.
No one cares to see who I am.
I walk alone every night.
Hoping to find the one for me.
Hoping someone calls my name.
And cares enough to stop.
Source:relatlonship
A CONUNDRUM
The chicken or the egg.
Which came first?
What a conundrum.
Who knows?
Or who even cares?
Each one leads to a miracle.
A miracle of nature.
Where did nature come from?
Who knows?
Or who even cares?
It exists.
It’s beautiful.
And we should enjoy it.
SUSANNE LEIST 