Have kisses stained your skin
or have they brought muse...

Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...

I tired the hours wandering
nearby saddened forests...

Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...

Expressions traverse through each
fleeing thought penetrating from me...

It's sad that I raise my voice
in a room raised by four...

I halt my fears on
the chalk cliffs of my life...

See calm in me
through glass reflections...

A thousand words fail me,
unable to overcome the agony...

Two hearts I have, inside of me
Bounded; by fortune they are meant to be...

I Miss your Love...

On some mornings I stole birds.
I opened my eyes...