To sleep-
that would be a welcome thought...

Voice:
calls to me through the speakers...

He called her is rose
a bud she was- rather...

Enchanting- to pick a word
however wrong it may be...

All eternity untangles beneath your fingertips
As they gently kiss the strings...

I can’t write like this...
Left every line blank...

You’re like any other, just shove it down
go on and wonder why...

Take my hand-
draw me in...

You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...

In the morn, the birds do chirp
The crickets hum their simple song...

Long since infatuation
to much condescending...

His ashes scattered in the wind.
The wind, caresses thy skin...