Dreams are unreal
Made up from the mind...

I can feel the vibration of a word start to come...
But then my mouth closes when I want to shout...

Can you not tell my random body language?
Pointing to my depression...

I can feel them,
Slowly theyâ??re forming together...

The weight of the words I was keeping in crushed...
But it felt good because it took forever to get...

If you listen closely,
You will hear my lonely tear...

Do you see something...
Peaking through the cracks of the hair in her...

Do I start from the eyes and work my way down,
Or from the tip of your toes that lay on the...

Her pillow is stained
from the black satin tears...

Somewhere between hits and bruises,
tears and crying myself to sleep...

To write a poem on my wrist
Would tell you of the many things I miss...

What immortal hand or eye
Could create such an image as I...