I'm not lying when I say I love the sun,
But I can only take so much...
Moving bubble like...
Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...
Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip...
In your heart-I am there....
flawed and fair...
Cold Tuesday night, as I lay down the bed.
Feelings run down the memory lane...
Social media's such a bore:
we click and flick, dismiss fat chicks...
I get it
We all get what's coming to us...
Speak mirror!speak!
tell me of the old secrets...
the weather feels,
moody...
It was 9:30pm!
her forehead creased in displeasure...
Sad eyes follow me;
what's the misery...