You are... A-Okay,
This feeling stains...

He's thin, but not terribly so.
His elbows form sharp angles...

Our lovers' days are gone,
And I'm feeling fine...

Open up that heart of yours,
Pandora's box, now filled with hope and fear...

This chair is soft.
Squishy. My butt is so sunken into it that I don't...

Cradled in heavy, grieving arms,
my head is wrapped in a fog of sorrow...

You are the smoke
billowed in my lungs...

History to bring a class together.
A past to pull them apart...

If I were a great poet
And had been given a great gift...

Inspire me.
Let me let it all out...

Just a baby,
bravely shaking...

Three days ago in a fog filled yard there was a...
was a soupy kind of darkness that ebbed away at...