15 weeks to go... how cam I going to survive this

Fall

Everything felt like the wind today, fleeting, but real and all I want to do was to take shelter near a warm fireplace where there would be protection. It wouldn't stop blowing though, the wind kept on blowing and it just got colder and there was no where to go. 

Exeunt Petrarch

Finis.

Such a shame

I wrote a poem about you. 

I don't suppose it will be seen again. 

Perhaps, I like you. 

But, perhaps, 

I like writing poems. 

Just a title

That I bring myself to care, 

Never have I been faced with compelling reasons not to. 

Just you wait. Go on this way and one day you'll be out in the streets.

Don't call me your ... 

To be fair

it's completely justifiable.

If I were the world and everyone else, I would not want me to exist.
But then again, even I do not want me to exist.

My first thought was, "Your smile is definitely worth more than that. Infinitely more."

But I've never dreamt of the honour being bestowed upon one so insignificant, of course. Won't the galaxies once fixed for a glance (dare I say!) be sufficient? Again, dare I say, thrice! A rather incredulous intuition.