While butterflies flutter and peony flowers...
I still have days where clouds darken the sky and...

Hollowed hearts cave our every emotion
Ink smears thoughts that are rendered in our mind...

As if my insides were made of plastic
you melt bones with your flaming touch...

After months of preparing my heart and mind
I've given up the thought of reconciling...

My thumbs are looped around your belt loops
as you lean against my car under a moon lit sky...

Darling,
if it wasn't against my religion to compare you to...

As I lay in a crowded bed of thoughts,
I can't help but hear the sound of...

You see, you expected her to leave with ease
yet, you left her with a crushed soul...

Written for a club challenge about sky scrapers
Ash like colors clutter the sky...

I often wonder why girls
laugh at the thought of a promise ring...

I thought it was physically impossible
to be stung by venom...

If my heart was a cross,
I'd allow you to bury your sins...