The wavering councillor
decanted diluted aid...
She is a lost soul,
searching for love...
I have always felt alone
no one place I can truly call home...
This smattering of secrets between us
Is gnawing at our burrowed silence...
Not a step
but a plunge from a precipse...
Tell me,
How can I be better...
and it begins to snow.
I make frost hearts upon...
If only-
you could really see...
Last night, I dreamed of flowers beneath a golden...
Rivers flowed to the left, where rows of date...
People want purity but does that still exist?
One way or another we’ve all been tainted...
Yielding to everything you see, I begin
Oozing hatred and condemnation...
Emotions are volatile
Mobile as peas on a child's plate...