If...
Cupids...
A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...
Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...
I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...
born from serenity
a melody...
my eyes gave up crying today
over the past week they...
Hello
hello hello...
My halo falls, and crashes down,
so am i now, a foolish clown...
I appreciate the sun
trying to put some colour in my cheeks...
seeing
a bird swoop...
If I could change something about myself, |
I often wonder if I could empty the contents of my mind through a colander, what would I be left with? |
While enjoying the comforts of Addiction, the aftermath is only a fantasy. |