That angel sits
On the perch today...
It doesn't matter
Who I am to you...
It's dark in here,
in this hollow body of mine...
" I just want to say that this poem is about...
She sat there by the window...
In the dark of the night,
He sits and he waits...
In the mirror I see
Something I don't believe...
A friend once told me
To open my heart...
It's okay to cry when crying is to be done...
The clouds roll in like a herd of wild horses.
Nothing to see but the curse of the sources...