Fine. Have your silly battles.
What can I do but run...

From twisted vines to empty hearts
And sanctuaries came and gone...

My cloud of dreams cannot find home
From laughter spent choked up in tears...

In the shallow glimmer
of a wandering star...

I see myself. But is it really me?
I cannot tell if III am what I see...

Love is a rhythm, a steady heartbeat.
Love is a river; a strong, flowing current...

I suck it in
absorb it and forget it...

I'll stay with you for now
But I know this cannot last...

A good poem ends
with a...

Mocking me, mocking me
I yearn just to write...

Fire, fire
Take my soul...

Keep my simple soft
Eyes will seek for you...