There's a sadness
flowing...

I speak the word sigh
instead of exhaling...

I stretch my mouth
like a troubled crow...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

What will your last smile stir inside
of me? An absence of mind perhaps...

Be my/ spark.
Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches...

He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...

I never want this to end,
this feeling of being invincible...

Please enlighten me,
how else am I supposed to react...

A sunset by the water,
something we don't see often...

Land was vast in these times,
mighty hills prideful and bearing...

Collaring my wrist, taking veins
that murmur like violins...