* The Werewolf *

I remember the days we've had,
*sigh*...thinking all of them were a dream
One bright sweet dream..and still want to live in them...
But, you have changed, I have changed,
We are not the same dear,
"you moved up letting all those memories die under the hard sun"
You said....
But that was far from the truth,
Didn't move up but away,
Couldn't let go of those memories,
As they helped me to spend my days in jail...
It is shivering down my spine,
Bitterness of the dark night,
I remember the butterflies in my belly,
You looked dashing, i was ordinary.....
You said you can't let go of the special one,
I was selfish, I was naive and I was wrong...
I can't say sorry because that was all that's left,
If that didn't happen on that cursed day,
This god forsaken life would be something else....

*Changing*

Great stories are found in most ordinary lives
No one knows,
No one ever believes
One could have such an extravagant life,

Covered by the sands of time
Forgetting the laughter
Changing one’s self
Into something alien

The imposter
Walks exactly like the original
But one thing is missing
The life.....
Because the zombies aren’t supposed to be alive in their walk

Every dark cloud has a silver lining
Just like that
When you know the path through the labyrinth
You can always get back to the paradise 
Even after a semester
Even after a century
That’s only if you live long enough…ha