I can make rhymes about rainbows
But not about her smile...

Restless red-rimmed eyes
That yearned for sleep...

I can't read your mind
i don't know who you are...

Stab me right here in my chest
Let the blood flow slow and free...

Every beginning must have an ending
circles, they are just dots in symmetry...

I would love to live in the countryside
And wake up to foggy mornings...

Break your heart one two many time
And you'll never have it whole...

Dust devils, swirling round the orphanage
hugging each wall, troubling...

The tears have finally ceased to fall
From this fool poet's haggard face...

Grey-haired music lover
with the harmonica in your pocket...

Glass, its a fragile, funny thing
dropped, and it will break...

Shaking inside,
I couldn't hide...