A withering soul
lost between titles...

What does it mean
to have a thousand pounds...

When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...

Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...

French kiss
my thoughts within...

To begin with I may seem shy
But don't be afraid to speak to me...

Sensual eyes
Turn towards...

Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears...

I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...

I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...

Salty oceans grant lessons
to a soul with pure tears...

Your eyes;
shadow my tears...