Warm fragrance
Lingers on silver leaf...

Dialed numbers dig into skin
Round and round...

Clouds, on an April day
Thick and forming quickly...

A lamppost burns like heaven's delight
Beacon for calm on a busy night...

'Cross barren lands
A winter maze...

She is unlike any other
With her silky blonde hair pulled tight...

Solemn, lying on the floor
Is a lovely, brazen heel...

She lies, pushed back against a bed.
Hear her cries and know her pain...

Deprived of blood
Cold veins, they...

The bitterness of a forgotten tale
When smiles were expected...

Parading around
With your white rose...

I hope she remembers
Her heart was broken...