She has always blossomed like the rose of Juliet,
Waiting for the night echoes to love her once more...

I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...

I stay inside now,
though you wish to serenade...

I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival...

Are words enough to remember me by?
I wish I had more to give you...

I always sketch our memories from a morning's...
where a plethora of birds look beyond their sleepy...

These bags under my eyes
are not from my own exhaustion...

Before I relax in lulling thoughts
I need to centralize one above all...

Something's gonna change here.
I ain't telling mama, yet...

If I don't quit,
I'll be swallowed by without you's...

You masochistic
bastard. You reel me in with...

I have learned so much
already, from you, despite...