and you – what tethers your soul to this
vagrant world? what little good does sleep...
Suppose this broken bodied man
once dreamt in avalanches of colour...
The room felt her presence as
as she sat in front of a leaning...
Melissa was wearing a tangerine dress
patterned with daisies, kicking her legs over...
I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...
To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...
Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...
The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds...
On your grave, today, there was
a sun ray that wouldn't leave...
..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack...
the little things resting on the edge of dust...
I ache to sleep upon your lips
let the warmth spread across the terrain...
I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve,
holding my feelings at the edge of my tongue...