Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually...

I cannot run any faster,
my physique won't allow it...

It comes with shiny tops,
it shimmers, glimmers, simmers at...

I let liquid sorrow drown my heartbeat
as my knees drop on the numb rooftop...

He shot me down
like I was a kite runner...

My lips tingled
and curled laconically...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...

Please let the golden sky bloom again.
Wasn't it just floating above my dreams...

Hands smaller than before
with see-through creases...

sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...

"I'm sorry", he bellowed, over and over...

We are trained to question, always question
in order to analyze the needs they walk in with...