When you know it doesn't matter,
But you do it anyway...
When my words come lashing into my face
I look up and start to cry...
sheath your gaze –
i have no response for your tiger eyes...
The misleading words;
they swerve from a hollow...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...
I will admit,
There are lots of times...
how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...
Shimmering under a sky pitted destiny,
they swirled around tunes, like a damsel...
This is just a mess of words - not even poetry...
This year hasn't been the best, for any of us...
Don't leave her.
Separation is not freedom...
Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...