There are many layers
to the human soul...

There's a calm compatibility
between your truth...

I do not own exquisitely worded phrases
that could possibly explain why...

Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...

I swallowed a well,
full of ink...

Here\'s a poem
written by the hands of my heart...

With bare, unthorned hands
he scraped my little bubblegum heart...

There's a peculiar heart
beating faintly...

I am no mathematician,
but time is constantly teaching...

I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs...

My dreams are irrational
beyond the ability to rationalize...

If I'm blind
give my heart eyes to blink...