Coated with thick dust lies a diary,
concealed tightly by a decaying lock...

Gloomy skies drip crystal tears,
moistening the ground below...

It seems friendships have become
altered in an unusual way...

Trust
Was found...

Embedded faith polishes
rusty dreams, infusing...

Chocolate covered walls stare
as the clock hums it's daily melody...

`Written for a title contest, this is NOT what I'm...
Stolen heart aches as it bleeds puddles of bloody...

Emotion filled goodbyes
polluted the air with sorrow...

The dense fog in my mind is slowly distinguishing.
Once dismal thoughts meshed together into a knot...

She wears leaves of autumn
like titian hair...

Sunshine beams downward,
casting shadows of towering trees...

A bounteous tree embracing
flowers traced with hues...