The scent of jasmine in a rush;
the sun gleaming heat...
"I don't want to see you miss the chance to...
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking...
I have the power to fix people
And if I can, I should...
"Why do you hate me
when I love you more than anyone?"...
My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...
A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating...
Cigarette buds in a glass tray,
disintegrated with the years...
I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...
If diction had pictures,
yours would be the face of caution...
There you were,
Inanimate...
In a world sinister and bleak,
Loneliness finds me contemplating...
The crisp night air kisses my skin,
As I creep into bed with tired eyes...