I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...
To the park, I saunter,
on a crisp autumn dawn...
These walls I've built up,
Well, they're not so strong...
I am happier now that you are gone
I am not constantly on edge...
I journey beyond
the edges of sound...
it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...
In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...
Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...
I sometimes feel that our love is
Much like a thunder storm...
The sadness creeps in,
unsuspected, unwanted...
Words hover on trembling lips
While the heart yearns for a love...