Your words sting
and emancipate white winters...

Devout violinist draw your bow
Play what your heart means to show...

I have always been concerned with my health habits
like what I inhale and the choices I stoop over...

Friendship lapses
into smoky promises...

Before I relax in lulling thoughts
I need to centralize one above all...

Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock...

I don't know what to write
without mentioning your name...

No one would ever compose a song for me
because who notices what I feel...

Time is cut off,
like the airway to my breathing...

Sin scars your heart,
constituting a false sense of reassurance...

Warm medley softens
cross and waning eyes that search...

I am waiting for him.
Not the handsome stranger...