The temptation of you,
took the angel right out of me...

You have the ability to devastate,
it's not your fault...

Yesterday, the wind had many voices-
ones that got carried away...

Have you ever thrown pennies
at the moon...

I could lose myself to us,
wiggle my toes in the grassy blades...

When your tongue dripped silver buckets of verbs
without making a splash...

Don't you want to know me
better...

I suppose I'm just an ink stain
of a cliche...

I'm craving a mango
and you...

Sometimes I find myself pondering thoughts
that have no real aim...

I feel like a daylily at midnight,
all backbone, no nerve...

I suppose I thought you were composed of
abstruse things...