The yellow rose
looks like having the same...
Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save...
Would you become
my plaque one day...
Amygdala gives you
space. Rage implodes...
I saw a feather
waltzing fairly with the wind...
Feeding the mouth
of fire with tribal love...
Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet...
One eyed closed
I would never know you...
To get a feel of
love for the jinx, unwrapping...
A lone tree once grew on a cliff
In a time of great fire...
Something was always
missing. I wouldn't...
Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...