People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
Another nonsense piece on missing someone
When we move to follow a flow…
In gloom Filter of grey Shoulders heavy Reverberating dismay This movie on repeat The scene, at least, A lazy feat The brain is coping with shock Unfettered disbelief The sun hurts my eye The truth […]
When to build, when to burn…
You can’t drag a past
That wants to be left behind…
The basis of our feelings Whether real or imagined Is a clamp that grips As tight as we allow it
Obliviate is not a word, she said
As she definitively does it to me….
Who knew that doing the good thing may sometimes be not right I didn’t know that it can exist in a plane, separated But now I suffer for this mistake I didn’t I’d regret taking […]