She put on a mask
realizing her old self...
edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...
I had a
conversation...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...
In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
We casually walked
on the shores...
Every time I sit down to write
he lights a candle - saying that...
Dark hair
white teeth...
Fiesty but wholesome,
Independent, kind and...
The petals fall,
strumming the thin skin of the drum...
As soft as smoke, the fire came
trailing through the daffodils...