You know the heart doesn't really break
our fist-sized vessels...

So you despise the sky
for proving the weatherman lies...

I wish the sky would sprinkle
her morning dew...

It was the way he smiled
with those eager blue eyes...

Someone else's toes
muddled themselves whilst stepping...

Sometimes the ravenous sky
licks my heart...

I use to pinch you like a flower
between my pursed lips...

I am an impasse
of blank stares...

It feels like I'm undergoing
open heart surgery...

The chill of reality
has settled it's rime...

When daddy's heart
went soft repose...

My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities...