I bluster
with what...
Full of love
Brimming with empathy...
I've been dreaming
He came back...
Oh, Glorious Day! I have arrived
and put my old wings in the attic again...
It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness...
The best writers have childhoods
where I have an empty jar...
His and Hers Suits
Wrinkle cascade where her heart used to be...
This world is such a crazy place,
It's amazing we survive...
To see her now is such a big contrast
Since many a year have long ago passed...
Hand of sorrow,
Sands of time...
A fight within herself
It's all she can think about; taking over her...
What can I do?
What can I say...