The Repeating Cycle

Why does this always happen....?

The irony is incredible.. But I fear I can't tell you anything. But it's happening again, and I warned them ahead of time. Because I know myself all to well... Beautiful..?

Sitting here,
I had a blast
I never thought that
this would last
Through the day and through the night,
blinded by my screen's bright light.
We sat and talked,
hours flew by,
and before know it,
sun reached the sky
to touch out and turn the sky bright blue
To green the leaves,
bring weather too
and through the windows,
the wind soon blew
and light sifted through the screen,
took flight, to settle among us
fight back the night
to bring a startled reality
eight hours of fun
no sleep,
we're stunned
And at the back at my head..
with no pillow or bed
with groggy eyes and
dry cracked smile
I hope it happens again....


A mystery burns behind her eyes
smoke rises from charred skin
She tries her best to hide
the fear and pain within
She keeps her mouth shut
she keeps her tongue tied
and the last things she could do
is ever try to lie
She’ll keep quiet
try to hide her unsettled
her disconcerted
her nervous face
and sighs
lifting fingers to touch face
slippery hand cups chin,
in half embrace
shiver ridden self
her shaking hands
the betrayel,
it was one far to big to be small
factor to this life and her bitter smile