Thursday grabs me
by the chin...
(I)
You left the fog that took your heart from us...
Hands feel like ice;
clasped together tightly...
There are mornings
when I wake up...
(I)
My love would frown, if could, about this stone...
My heart is empty; my soul is divided.
I am but a hollow shell of my former selves...
When my mother first saw a picture of him,
she gasped in wonder at his beauty...
Boredom has become my biggest cross to bear.
It weighs heavily on me when no one is near...
To know that it is nearing
despite loving you so...
Woe-
blue moon...
I wish I could freeze time and just be with you in...
I wish I could freeze those images and just keep...
the living room is silent
except for cicadas...