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...
Dear earthling,
I write in words to communicate...
This Valentines-
my heart...
Neurological
Enzymes...
when I last slipped up-
It was like black-ice...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
If I could change something about myself, |
I often wonder if I could empty the contents of my mind through a colander, what would I be left with? |
While enjoying the comforts of Addiction, the aftermath is only a fantasy. |