Stop

The world does not stop…

to listen to your heart  cry,

and you lay still,

pondering why…

you did. 

 

Running out of rhyme…

When the rain stops

and you run out of rhyme,

your heart slows down,

with the tinkering chimes,

and all you wish,

is just to hold time,

a little longer.

Out of words

I think I will stop now
I have nothing left to say

Words are just words now
a few alphabets strung together to make some ‘sense’
You only hear words now

Thoughts have become past tense,

I think I will stop now

Out of words