There's this flame
that burns deep inside of thee...

My retorts are bland,
like white rice...

So full of color
our possibilities once shone like a sunny...

It just so happens, truth
can make a heart clearly see...

I've lost grip,
my pen is sauntering about, aimlessly...

I'm frightened by the things
I cannot see...

It feels just right,
not to know your face...

So precariously he scrawls,
like a fatuous child...

I am no good at waiting
so I immerse myself...

I don't know why I love you,
only that the question sits with me...

It's raining here,
I wonder if it's drizzling...

There is this whir fluttering the air
with its strange tongue...