Tender

I am always dreaming of sunlit skies

And Somedays,

He was like the skies 

Malicious yet tender 

Excruciating yet delicate 

His name,

As common as he is rare 

As simple as he is complexed  

As easy as he is tormenting 

I cringe,

For it starts with a dilemma 

And ends with a swinge

Everytime,

I laugh at myself 

For being a fool 

Of getting too close to a labyrinth.

A.T.