In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
the drizzling of promises to
herself have failed her...
It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
I've never had anyone leave me before.
I just thought you should know this...
Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...
I wish you'd held on for me,
and waited out my tide...
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...
Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...