You can't promise that
it will be different now...
--
smoldering words ignite again...
And she whispered-
Dare I walk around...
I frame my words by curving the
letters smoothly, aligning them...
when you're big,
you hit all the creaks on the stairs...
It took me
no second thought...
Be still
within the heartbeat...
A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...
Her strained veins
pressed...
Holidays were
always coarse...
Anxiously, I sit against the
wall of a 90-year-old theatre...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...