You can't promise that
it will be different now...
Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again...
Thus,
whispered an hourglass in my ears...
It is not a place I dream about,
Never had any desire to go...
A
month of...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...
It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...
Your words,
when they came as whispers...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...