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...

the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...

I fear the worse, of what’s to come
where ice no more, reflects the sun...

Daffodils mingle
as trees prepare to blossom...

tears roll along
the sills of my eyelids...

channel your own thoughts
switch yourself off from it all...