I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...
I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
Love
my new...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
I'm immersed by my own flow,
set within the blond view...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Her mind-
a collection...