Should I say it?
Should I...

Why must I write using imagery?
Should I paint words as if those words...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

My thoughts of you travelled back and forth
like in a ship from the marines, more like in a...

Your love is spiral like a stair.
I climbed my thoughts, step by step...

I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...

i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

He said:
have some ice cream...

Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

There's something, something,
something about you...