she crawled like a myriad of bugs
across my skin, biting with her beaks...
While you sleep you miss the sunrise.
It was spectacular...
One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...
Although we are far
thoughts of you like stars...
Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...
I hate the fact
that I saw you...
Tears in my cookie dough
makes salt rivers flow...
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...
After a long evening
of mental anguish...
I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...