Broken Morse-code pierced the formaldehyde-stained...
tracking the ever-dulling beats of your blessed...
We vowed to never
become the forest fire...
She aches for the beach
that never seems to come...
Dimensions of love we created
Castles floating in the sky...
I am but the rotten core
of an apple, love-bites from falling...
Quivering by the corner of her bed,
her heart trembling like thunder...
Life is sometimes short
We complain...
I sit by the phone
waiting for it to ring...
This is the place where I go
to express the pure nature of...
So It seems I'm back
To the place I left...
These rusted bars can't hold me in
from the outside world, I am nothing more...
I wanted to cry, summon the emotions to cascade
down my cheeks and sink into the dry soil...