You are a sinkhole threatening
to collapse beneath my...

I used to think you were the
marble pillars at the...

I thought you were my feeble
knees...

You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...

The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...

The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...

Expectation is a starved wolf
wandering a desolate...

I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...

Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...

You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...

With hapless hands
stretched outward...

Take my pen;
I have no need for empty words...