That angel sits
On the perch today...

It doesn't matter
Who I am to you...

It's dark in here,
in this hollow body of mine...

" I just want to say that this poem is about...
She sat there by the window...

In the dark of the night,
He sits and he waits...

In the mirror I see
Something I don't believe...

A friend once told me
To open my heart...

It's okay to cry when crying is to be done...

The clouds roll in like a herd of wild horses.
Nothing to see but the curse of the sources...