I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...
Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...
I felt so excited,
about meeting her that evening...
I am a forest of tress.
An inspiring lattice...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...
Life is an endless river,
A vision of our soul...
We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...
As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...
How does this work should I give up my job?
and hand in my keys; and my rabbit-foot fob...
Eyes peer with guilt; beneath a tulle-net veil
her peevishness; steeped in silken black...
Struck down with anxiety
Tensions weigh heavily upon me...