I surrender.
Wildly attracted, reasons unknown...
Under a pile of grief,
anger sits without a voice...
The sky is clear, and on the sidewalk,
old men are playing backgammon...
The only sign of him being
alive are the ashes dusted...
Even the magazines are mocking me now,
smiling with romance like newlyweds...
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
Her delicate beauty
was destroyed by evil...
The saddest thing you will ever see
is a child's heart longing to be free...
In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...
My mother is a rickety house
amidst a city of skyscrapers...
Crouch down low
constantly rocking...