When stars fall like rain
like liquid drops of fluorescent moisture...
What to do? What to do?
with these dates in my head...
If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...
I lied to you
with vanilla scented candles...
One long night...
and these books...
Ha! Boy, you see!
it's a reflection. It's a contemplation...
The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
Oh What monstrous natural deformity are you...
Who with uttered words wallows me in seas of...
I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...
Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...
In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...
They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...