Aroma of warm autumn
O' hurry down to me...
I wish I could find the reasons why
these storms of silence...
You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...
Down. Down. Down. Down the rabbit hole,
I go, downward, deeper, and it's dwindling...
"My Lord"
hath taken thee...
She opened the door,
slicing the morning...
Poetry
By writing you...
She was lying in bed, half sick,
feeling, just feeling the song...
There she goes
ripped apart...
Let's drink tonight
with a toss up to the moon...
Lips curled, nestled
softly around a burning...
Echoes of my quite laughter
wound the air like a crash...