We allowed for our wishes to soar
like flying a kite, just without cord...

Thirteen wide-eyed dolls
suspired August at last...

I'm afraid that I can't
write love poems...

I found myself abandoning
my skin because I do not...

The night is skintight and my tongue is dry
because of missing words and closed lips...

Autumns frigidity slowly tiptoes
through the depth of branches...

All I want is for you to know what I experience,
what I undergo every night. It's not your fault...

You hoard precious moments
and fill your cheeks with feelings...

I just want you to know
That you are the one i loved...

Hey there dear, are you okay?
Be honest, I'll figure anyway...

Sometimes
I get carried away...

It's getting time
for me to take...