I dreamed of us last night
of a way that never was...
I’ve been wondering why I rarely write about...
Wondering why a girl who never seems to run out of...
People show up how they want,
The hardest lesson to learn...
she guided my hand
and allowed me to touch the source of life...
First I smell that horrid clone that you always...
so thick that I could taste it in my mouth...
A small box, covered in gold plate scenes:
the teen king and his young bride share joys...
In your peach sundress wander this field of...
always remember our fine April afternoon...
ove, I haven't missed you
since Easter two years ago...
If I could hold onto you with everything and...
My hands being little tree roots touching...
How are you doing after all these years
has the sands of time dried up your tears...
It comes slowly
like a hurricane...
sitting next to each other
on a floor made out of stone...