Above the mountain ridge gulls always soar,
like waves crashing against the coastal shore...
as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...
Dark skies rain with thunderous force
it's here where lust must dwell, of course...
... and it was like my skin recognised you
my bones and brains just the vehicle to get my...
When blackbird sings a song for him
from snowy perch all crisp and trim...
I know you'll never say it:
those dreaded words, "Me too...
..her heart in the
shape of rose...
Tonight, I am going to filter out all those
thoughts which are whispering into my ear...
Life without you is Christmas
with no mistletoe’s adrenalin...
Excuse me, Miss, may I forget
this broken heart I've yet to set...
She just wanted
to sit upon a birch of your heart...
I drift aimlessly, through a valley floating, upon...
of hope...