... once again..
.. I would be woken, by two voices raising; faded...

I
caught...

My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a...

An age-old golden artist glows
as it meanders upon a journey...

some times she would mumble
some say it was jumble...

I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed...

They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...

The carnage opened up its flooded gate;
a bloodbath runs from taps and overflows...

..she had no knowledge, as
he swept her off course...

April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...

Romance echoes through the air as
Euphoric feelings entwine...

You said what goes around will come around
I did believe this saying was not true...