We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...
How embarrassing.
Look, your most...
like metaphors
undeciphered...
that’s not where I parked
Opening the door, I found...
I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...
I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...
petals inscribed with love, fall
like teary snowflakes...
Deep down, an obituary
burns within a flowery...
Dress me up in fire roses,
Shower me in blue perfume...
I was a poisonous friend in my youth.
I lacked boundaries...
I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...