As she drank her bottle of whiskey
She looked around the room...

The bereaved widow,
freshly devastated...

Sometimes i miss you
deep within my bones...

I open my eyes, i am yearning already.
a burning desire to do, to live...

"Mercy!"
she cries in her native tongue...

In my daughter's eyes
My head is clear...

One reason to fight
Two reasons to cry...

Why did you end it so suddenly?
What was going through your mind...

I remember when you'd look my way with such sweet...
You had me wrapped around your finger...

Not really a poem, but eh...
Before, my fear was being vulnerable...

Love is passionate
Love is pure...

It's sunset and I see your face
My heart beats at a fast pace...