Cotton candy clouds,
nesquik river...

I'm tired of these polar schools,
it's to cold...

Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a...
you stand above your gray dead body just starring...

A child so young,
bony and starved...

A still butterfly rests it's silver wings,
perched upon the gray branches of an oak...

Has there been no question for delay,
I have not...

I bet you never knew of my writing,
only the letters I have written you...

There are more than a thousand faults,
that I have made...

You don't know how much it takes,
to kick a can down the road...

Today I'm in love with a man.
Tomorrow I will be too...