Apple cinnamon tea
..fragrant with spices...

Melancholy tears release
locked up sadness and despair...

Broken sappy branches
discolored with infirmity...

Dreamweaver, I beg you to send me perpetual petals...
sweet blushing blossoms that resemble your brave...

A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...

She gives me unfailing hope
in the days where I let go...

She shivers with cold
yet mindlessly lowers...

You smile
inviting...

Satan's hand greets me
his work highly overwhelming...

You breathe winter
speaking of chilled tongues...

Emotionless shadows hang moonlight
upon blind-bashing charcoal embers...

Heed the wise warning
carved into man-made signs...