Bruised lips tell a story,
that my voice never could...
On mellow nights after busy days
Waves of thoughts start to form...
It was beautiful like a flair,
Indeed a bit of creepy things were also there...
Call it crazy
or maybe a unknown feeling...
Nothing here
where ashen blackens eyes with fear...
Why is it so dark,
Is this just the start...
Second year in varsity
He approached a girl...
I've caught you lying and you got me to believe
Any time you swear, you disappear...
When you said you'd leave me
I thought you meant...
  ...
  ...
My writings have held
crooked verses recently...
Years have passed since that terrible day,
But by his side the angel would stay...