Walking around, hollow empty,
All I feel is sorrow, nothing...
You knew.
That's why you reoccured...
Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...
She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...
I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts...
Those freckled runes he carves
on his wrists...
I could feel the darkness all around, what awaited...
The body that night restless, confusion taking...
In the early hours of the morning
I am mourning...
Concrete gravestones are shackles upon my soul
I’m trapped in this endless loop with nowhere to...
Her thoughts linger on her first kiss
she remembers the boys face so clearly...
The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...
Holiday Treats
Hey Daddy, the holidays are quickly approaching...