This is the end.
I fought long and hard to get here...

Can you relate to this?
If you were to hold my heart to your ear, would...

I shall linger here in this cemetery.
Just once more to grieve...

This narrative poem is inspired by Anne Rice's...

He left cherry blossom petals on my pillow.
And whispered soft songs in my ear to welcome...

This is a disaster
An utter mess...

Last night your heart was exposed
with loving words perfectly composed...

Standing at the crossroads; peering at four...
Do these separate paths end where blue sky kisses...

Little boy with the plastic gun,
Have you come to shed some light...

Your voice intoxicates me like sweet liquor...
And my soul just can't filter your beautiful...