He came to me
from the corner...
There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...
Fostered emotions
escaped...
Your love
tore my poetry...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
You didn't read the forecast today,
didn't plan on the heavy raindrops...
The voice preached within
her veins, passed to her head...
She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...
It's raining, a gentle thunder
harmonizing with the persistent...
Spying a Hydra
within shadows...
i knew from the look in your eyes that day
that our world had split into two, i got lost...
Nostalgia used to claw under
my skin like dull razors...