I asked the sun
In a delicate voice...
To thee thine sullen eyes
mistaken in your guise...
I have an obsession with poetry
a domination that seeps through...
Recovery means realising who you are,
Each moment you're alive to reach for that star...
Met a beautiful woman last night
5'2 Brown eyes pretty smile...
September is confusing.
some say that...
The dark pen sits awkwardly as I write,
like two lovers touching for the first time...
I should win an Oscar for
all the different roles I play...
Transparent wall
coated, silver ice...
I will lay you;
a drowsy gazelle...
If i got down on one knee,
would you marry me...
Slithered under a blanket of snow
scribbling profanity, as snow crystals...