Do you know my
love, where the road ends...
Dying was not worth
living. Your journey...
I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...
Do you know the
truth of lies, when...
You fault me for
a silent poem...
They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...
Chinks? honest to nails,
averting the wants...
Glamour?
I like the craft...
Killer was brown?
not white. Snowfall...
Dual to one another,
I became...
My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...
The biggest nemesis of spring
is not winter that imbues her...