The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...
When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
And if we're enough
We will gather up the sun...
Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...