Your words and works are like
Rainbows...
I was ready to share
all my soul with you...
Blasted
Mizzen mast nor portal...
I'll abort you,
right here...
I wake up every morning to an alarming sound,
the sound of no sound...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...
Like the moon,
I don’t have enough lucency...
I've not been there before, but it smells like...
Washing the curse off your hair, cold water runs...
The more it is bruised
the more iridescent it...
The final word is written
My pen is dry of ink...
I don't know how it happened,
There's no explanation...