Silence

Music blaring
on maximum volume.
The noise outside
Trying to drown
The noise within.
To ebb the flow
Of thoughts.
To ebb the gush
Of pent-up emotions.

Us and Them

How strange it is

That you and I

Should let Society's whims

Decide where our future must lie.

How strange that our love,

Pure and unblemished,

Must need this stamp

Before it can be cherished.

How strange that our love,

Which has blossomed forever

Must prove its mettle,

Like a writer, an amateur.

How strange that We, 

Who have seen perfect happiness, and more;

Must seek approval from those

Who believe two hearts cannot forever soar.