Writing is my passion,
how can I resist...
Take my hand, and we'll take a stroll down
the sidewalk chalk border...
A rhapsody of metal clinging,
As drop of waters fall down...
Hide it. disguise it, don't let it show.
Hit it, lie about it, they'll never know...
Get up, get gone
You're so unwanted here...
Threw the pendilum as it swings
Deeper does its agony ring...
It's 9:57, morning tide-
melancholy mocks me...
Alas, here she comes;
reigning queen of sorrows...
It is what is pleasing
To immortal senses...
Liquid
light brown sweetness...
Why hide...
Indeed...
Sound alone are empty,
Carrying but cold...