Them

She tries to make sure she moves on
When the begining started with an end
She tries to stand up and carry on
When all she could ever do was pretend

He tries to stop his tears from rolling
When there's no shoulder around
He tries to help himself consoling
When he's losin all what he ever found

She tries to close her big brown eyes
When the world is busy dreaming
She tries to cover all those lies
When nobody hears them screaming

He tries to forgive and keep himself calm
When things start goin apart
He looks at his wounded palm
When he tries healing his broken heart

Four

Sometimes it takes 5 minutes, and even 5 days to blend the perfect outcome, when i write. It took me 4 hours to write this one. The thoughts were not flowing in.. Every paragraph was completed after the end of 1 hour of thinking. In layman's language, 4 hours - 4 paragraphs. Uhhh okay 4 hours - 8 lines. This was the outcome of 4 different moods at 4 different hours. Its titled after another 4 minutes of thinking, as Four :oP

he points his own head with his own gun
smiles, realizing that he should reconsider and think

he checks whether there's anything left undone
smiles, knowing, it'll be over in a blink

he decides that he should unload his gun
smiles, as he pours himself another drink

he picks up the pen to write another one
smiles, realizing his pen had no ink