Wistful wisteria
lays in wait...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
Their
secret...
Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...
Doll wake up from sleep.
Ignorance and confusion about the strange world...
I know what it is like
to have someone in my life...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
A closed door will only ever reflect
Forlorn light shining upon peeling paint...
I had a crazy dream once where I became a poet
My words touched humanity and quotations quoted...
I sit,
I breath...
An enigmatic ovum cracks-
and a world of creativity hatches...
Roses are red
HAITIANS are brown...