When is the right time
to scribe painful mistakes...

She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...

It was the breezy
euphoria, that left...

Framed pictures
dangle upon the...

I became a silhouette
as moon kissed night...

Bloodbath of memories
poured from a veinless...

Evening-
Silence...

Catholicism
spiderwebbed memoirs of lies...

I raised an eyebrow once,
On a street corner of Eagle...

I'm frozen tear drops
Crystalized love messages...

Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...

She whispers tears
within her lines...