You think you can tell
love from war...
Disarmed, she sat for some minutes,
thinking about certainties...
It's a dark night this evening
soothing smiles fill the air...
I look back on poetry
for the sake of...
Taunting, isn't it?
Being unaided in...
I wanted to dip my hand
in the river, and blister my finger...
Enchanting
she wears her modesty...
September is confusing.
some say that...
I know
just how to push...
You can tell by
the way I move...
This may not sound
poetic...
I miss the fog of your room.
the morning madness...