Victim play


As things do not go right
And thy victimized nature makes them look more bright


– “Why always me?” 


The notion being the chosen one it satiated.
This is when we ease out tagging it “Complicated”.

©Written Frames, 2017


The winter I felt


Cool breeze grazes
My glacial nose
And those fuzzy brows
Water frozen on my hair
Shines like a diamond band
As I cycle to my home
Silence speaks of the days
I chose not to talk

I ride, I ride, I ride

Everything give me chills
But not your hand on my skin
No, not anymore
Winter is coming,
Though winter had arrived long ago.

Winter is the trademark to remind me how I felt with you and so without you.

©Written Frames, 2017