Sip on these tears with me my love.
Come, let us dine on our sorrows, we will never...
I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...
Malorie decides to walk...
Memories blur, then clear...
"Where is my phone?
I've looked in every room...
She clung fiercely to her own
self-damaged skin...
Eyes gazing but not looking
Dimples holding a half stitched smile...
I will not write another word,
Thoughts are passing away...
I stare
Gazing towards the darkness of the night...
Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...
I remained sober for her eyes,
fire water never appealed to me...
Of every Season
Like a soft wave...
This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...