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...

It feels like I am in the
middle of a tunnel...

I'll never forget
as she will always be on...

It was difficult to
seek you in the dark...

I
remember when you...

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