Dragonflies sing tunes
upon a blue misty dusk...

I looked into the eyes
of a road map, stained...

Amber shades are mere reflections
of a time long ago, hidden twixt...

When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...

Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...

I am thunder,
a demolition...

At the age of seventeen, I justified
my thoughts as opium...

I crossed over moon phases
in a time of winter when whispers...

I broke at a tender age,
when life was honeysuckle...

Scattered crayons
radiate feelings of wishing...

Dear Hunny-
It's significant, sacred and sentimental...

Heavy metal eyes
entice a screamers...