Clandestine Pleasures
*in perspective of a friend, respectively...

let your radiance shine
from your beautiful soul...

Bleeding dark into the night
Anger has ceased to be quiet...

An angel with black wings
And yet the halo and horns...

~this poem is said in a loud song to show its...
I'm perfectly fine...

Soft fire crisping our feet
Midnight rain tastes so sweet...

*I know the title is Irish, but the poem is in...
Mornie alantie...

So sad
so true...

Today I went back to the old playground
where memories used to happen...

Oh, Bryant
I would drive miles to get to your door...

You
sweet and cuddly...

I sit here in my silent solitude
Reminiscing on things past...