I love it when cigarette's burn, hanging from my...
dropping ashes upon lonely skin...
The breeze that twisted through
Empty branches of scathed trees...
--
smoldering words ignite again...
I am not him.
I am not yours...
Crops grow within my soul
as tears nurture growth...
Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass...
I thirst for routine.
Even as my shoes are swallowed up by...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...
Christmas is like any day;
hidden away from the world...
I still remember
why summer had died that year, and...
My "Queen of Soul"
you took your last breath...