I was not entirely sure
Of the circumstances...

These words become mere
silloutetes of an ageless...

Nailed to a beast
upon a rock...

I was bloomed
from a womb...

I wasn't surprised-
getting lost in the shuffle...

For every teardrop I expose
is a memory I compose...

My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...

My sorrowful pockets
are lined with skeletal...

Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...

Full of sorrow-
Gingerly, I yearn...

I've plucked petals
in midst of tragedy...

Sipping on lemonade
within a springtime mist...