She has a smile that radiates
beauty, with eyes that magnify...

As always,
emotional rantings...

Tales of a darkened night told
temptress, the poet, quarrels scold...

Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...

Perennial remains, left
scattered across a whispering...

Is this a day that will go down
as a dark cloud...

Fleeting voices inside my head
drummers of chaos, whispering...

My soul has become parchment paper.
Frayed, around a silhouetted frame...

It wasnt the
summery days...

I graced piano keys at age seven,
faltering to insecurity...

If you dropped a teardrop
onto the floor, I'd preserve...

Catastrophic events plague
a mindful spirit with confusion...