Scuffing her feet on this icy patch in the road
Hands jammed in her jean pockets...

Laying beside me
I can feel your warmth...

Talk to me
words fall on...

My heart was beating fast
Much like my racing mind...

You're like the venom & the anecdote for my...

Quiet whispers echo through the streets
she's running, but trips & falls to her knees...

This opportunity is my ingenuity
to express the unaddressed heart-to-soul poetry...

Why pray to Heaven?
Avoid damnation...

I'm staring at before
& Now for the sake of grief...

Woe unto my heart
Whom the shadows love...

A demon holds my heart
Gripping tightly, suffocating me...