I sit on the edge of my bed as though it is I,
who was trespassing, rather than the...

Sometimes I ensconce
myself on the palm of raw...

You caught me
praying underground...

She stole Mona Lisa's smile, painted it
with Monet's sunset and hid it beneath...

The sun has been residing
within my mind this season...

Before the dawn, I always wake up to find
last night's dreams sleeping beneath my pillow...

Fingerprints kiss ivory,
composing keys only the eyes...

I have always believed depression lived
within ebony clouds beneath my eyes...

I don't want to write
about our burnt bridges again...

Soft susurrus beneath my leaves
promises me no sunlight, for the...

No longer do I fall asleep in your arms
nor do I fall in love with the darkest nights...

I miss the winter
and for the first time...