the faucet
drools non-stop...
Good - for - nothing
Ignoramus' with spirits, do...
I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter...
You gave me a vision
the ability to paint in words...
First setting eyes on you
the desire is overwhelming...
The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...
I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...
I felt the need
to dance last night...
Boundlessly tossing into the ocean,
gathering jewels from the muddled...
Blood poured over the sun
In response to the final run...
Betrayed by own brethren, enduring this nightmare...
Fumes like a broken engine, pursuing parched air...
Tonight I stare up at the stars.
The sky is clear without a single cloud...