If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

I will be there when life feels numb
when bells ring out a humming drum...

April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...

scrounging
hounding...

She
is...

while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...