I hunted through the scribbled lines
Of words left ringing in my ears...

The sound of scratching pencils echoes throughout...
Insignificant, but some scratches mean more than...

It was the last day on earth
And all the trees were bleeding...

The luxury of raindrops
Against my burning skin...

This drunken dream of red petals
and black satin ribbons...

Ah, My friend, my silent one
You need no words to express your love...

Some like flowers, others diamonds, others still...
But I'd rather have a poem...

Where have you gone?
The silence is screaming, and I'm screaming back...

Fluttering
Light and frothy...