An idea

One day you see a side

that you never knew existed

and the vision shifts a little,

just very slightly altered,

but just enough to wonder

what else did you assume?

For you only moulded me

on what you wanted to see.

Good Night

Who are you to know

the insides of me?

Why should you see

the thoughts that filter through?

You’re nothing but

a passing moment.

Already prepared

with a goodbye speech,

how the night was fun,

but now the sun has risen.