Flavor my tongue with riches
of candy coated kisses...

Early
sounds of morning...

I've got nothing left,
drained in such a way...

Cold and dreary feels like yesterday,
falling snowflakes, a lonely New York, a few...

I'm writing for the hungry tears
that hide within my bloated corpse...

I am nature,
a breathing creature...

Trail of tears; followed
broken feathers of sorrow...

An elvish maiden
walked his path...

I was the fabric
sculpted and stitched...

I listen always,
keeping the scribbles...

I cordially invite you, Husband of mine
to enter my world of toxic rhyme...

Drunk again on your tomorrows,
choir of dragonflies sweetly...