March to the beat of a different drum
if you refuse to sing, then you must hum...

Nearly seven hundred poems
means more than a hundred thousand words...

Black and white lines,
colors disappear...

If only these little shards-
glass pieces of a broken heart...

A little girl
on the floor...

"Someone is amazing,"
Babby Bear's crying out...

This chaos seems so beautiful,
like the words twisting on my tongue...

So do you feel it in your veins,
this sweet poison streaming through...

A mess of kalidescopic
colors. and...

Did you know there are knights
that don't wear armor...

I'm pretty sure it's ironic
that I'm writing you a poem now...

You promised me this,
a lullaby song...