Melancholy Sunday

From the lips of a loner...

Sunday morning..

Revive me from the ashes with your energetic kiss.

With taste of earl grey and classy white napkins which float ever so endlessly .

My angelic Fail...

I have nothing left to rejuvenate..

For i am but a shell of a man..

Hopelessly I wander this earth..

For a soul.

This mythical flutter which no one can hold a candle to..

Would i be foolish in asking if it may be you?

These poems i write till my fingers bleed...

For honestly this is just me..

I write alone in the smallest place in my heart...

In hopes that one day this cluster of dirt will be home to where warmth finds me..

For i am but a simple stain of DNA...

Yet if a blessing were to find me worthy surely a miracle i would proceed to create.

Mello Sakia