Hark; its something disheartening:
A strangled strand of words, sobbing...

A new year approaches
with sparkles of hope in its eyes...

I'll never sigh for a love that never was,
or weep for the way things ought to be...

One more pair of blue eyes,
yet another plastered smile...

My world, no. The world in the vaguest sense;
I see it twining and ripping in the most peculiar...

So the beauty of the world
lies in the sheer splendor...

Love was the fishing wire that tied our wrists...
We were too drunk with youth to see anything but...

Walk past me again,
just once more...

I'm picturing this yellow post-it note,
that grasps the stem of the rose...

At what point in the road
did the steps of man waver...

I used to think
that people who believed...

Though I'm looking at you, I don't see you.
I'm a bit distracted by the crickets in my head...