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 […]
Hope is a poison I drink When I need to drownThe sorrow of my sins…..
You can’t be any more wrong after getting it wrong, right?…
When to build, when to burn…
I mourn as the sun predictably rises… Reminding me of where the east is. After a long battle enduring pitch blackness… The punishment of waking up early is facing a long day… Each takes me […]
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….