Just one frosty spark -
pure preciousness of the moon...

You lip the word "bye"
while trying to smile plucky...

I have always been close with this guy
He's one of those player, a real bad boy...

I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...

Yesterday, or one of
these nights, I took that part...

Whenever you nestle up against
your coffee cup and undress me...

And once I saw,
that my paper did not...

Available for occupancy
a room for one, enriched...

You cage the moon in your veins
whenever it is that side of midnight...

My thoughts revolve around all the things,
that my mind cannot grasp and perhaps...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...

It's drizzling and foggy
as I walk these lonely roads...