A cold white bloom resides on a mountain top
Disowned by everything...
I didn't even know you for long,
I thought everyone was the same until you proved...
When I was young, being watched from pale
shorelines of New Zealand, I never believed...
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...
I have seen hundreds of customers
in my three months here...
When I look in the mirror, you know what I see?
Someone in there, looking back at me...
Let's say you're walking down the street in...
A man comes up and wants to rob you...
I patiently count each twinkling star
that appears in the sky tonight...
So I see you sitting there at that table
Wondering if I'm on your mind...
Sorrow, o my love,
take me into your arms...
A broken flower, dying without water
A spoiled child, knows nothing about respect...
Poetry is meant to be tasted, called beloved,
summoned when you have dotted lines on...