Two weeks of false starts
with failing productivity.
Taking long walks
to be a glorified pillow
for your snoring heart.

Leaving for late nights,
where sleep becomes a reluctant friend
and a clawing monster under the sun.

Falling back to tired,
timetabled love.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders
Really wonderful and awesome usage of words and lines. Yes, it helps us to know about how the human beings life has been turned out to be a machine life.