If I were to be a Sonnet, per say
the moon would guide a path of silver...

Shallow entities
verbalize confusing fears...

Do I wish to bare the bark
of poison, for a public army...

I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...

Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...

The black isles
are long corridors...

My body lays still.
such as a calming...

The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence...

I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...

I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...

A silent reader
Leaves confessions at the door...

I'ts 1:52 am. -
Your dimples are making me...