Scuffing her feet on this icy patch in the road
Hands jammed in her jean pockets...
Laying beside me
I can feel your warmth...
Talk to me
words fall on...
My heart was beating fast
Much like my racing mind...
You're like the venom & the anecdote for my...
Quiet whispers echo through the streets
she's running, but trips & falls to her knees...
This opportunity is my ingenuity
to express the unaddressed heart-to-soul poetry...
Why pray to Heaven?
Avoid damnation...
I'm staring at before
& Now for the sake of grief...
Woe unto my heart
Whom the shadows love...
A demon holds my heart
Gripping tightly, suffocating me...