Some colorful leaves still cling to trees
Though many more have gone bare...
Scribbling...
Never Say Never
I'll never forget...
I could feel the sudden
cascade of forcible darkness...
In an attempt to erase
aching recollections...
Promises are just trinkets of deception ,
cleverly crafted with no hidden exceptions...
If I tell you to sleep with open eyes
Will you still dream of me dying...
Gentle shores caress tiny feet,
Sky blue waves return almost instantly...
Touch me
Underneath my skin...
A downpour of daydreams
bursted from broken seams...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...