Stepping forward to the past
on the path you tip toe...

I close my eyes when night falls,
Slipping away to unconsciousness...

Just as a quick note, the poem is written in five...
Violin Shall {we} Dance...

I am the acidic poison,
burning in your wounds...

Heartache
Burning hatred...

What a happy Valentines Day it is this year,
certainly you, my friend, must think so too...

You told me to reach,
so I grabbed for your hand...

I have seen hell
And felt exquisite bliss...

Autumn
The breath of crisp cold air...

Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this...
As a child, my impressionable imagination...

The bravest of cowards
is an addict...

Slave
to the once wings...