Murder, A Fellow?

With nowhere to go;

a pleasant end from hello,

is always then murder, a fellow?

I knew by the plaid;

he’d always been mad,

but driven to murder, a fellow?

Whichever one sees;

why would I keep a friend

who could murder a fellow with ease?

I'll Write Her a Novel Someday

Every verse had been unforgettable,

But apart, each verse is a fray

And presently, I can’t seem to spare a word,

So I’ll write her a novel someday

We’re willing to hurdle the obstacles,

Because an unbridled day is ahead

And at the end of the day, I’ll write it by night,

Then say I was sleeping instead

It’ll come once I’m ready to recollect,

I have fragments, but the entire design

I foresee every line, inspired by diamonds,

That are rough until I make them shine

I don’t believe in unfinished destiny

I’m on borrowed time to bide,

And I promise if you promise to wait for me,

So I can patiently wait by your side.