What type of world
Was created here...

Watching out the window
as clouds haze the vision...

The cold wind blew,
As yet again, the April sun...

remember to breathe
before falling away...

It seems as if memories
bring back the loneliness...

The stars of heaven
Slowly fade...

Your small hand
Wraps around my fingers...

Broken hearts cause
Faded dreams...

You broke me,
You beat me...

Stars used to mean to make a wish,
For love...

I wander through the luscious fields
Of gentle daisies and bright tulips...

I left you
A note on the counter...