So here we hang
on the wishing tree...
Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...
Happiness is an emotion rare to find
Especially deep inside such a dark soul...
I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...
Mutually. These buttons are pressed and these...
Assured. That these weapons of war will leave...
Friendship to me is
Having someone’s back...
In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...
At war within your own mind
Hallucinate; the in- explicable...
Words fall from my
mouth much like...
Smoke
Filled air...
My restaurant is upon a knoll,
which was used to be an ancient castle...
I'm opening up
This feeling is too scary...