I'll never get to see two pink lines,
or even loath the sickness...

A letter that
illustrates not...

Whispering winds wisp my auburn locks behind my...
just like you would do if you were here...

In a world where
dandelions grew into skyscrapers...

I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...

We were once slaves to our sheets,
tousled and tied in spaces where...

As we saunter across dusty planks,
the briny ocean licks the air...

Just one call,
A hello baby...

Lightning strikes 'gainst lips,
defibrillator, now please...

I see life through a lens,
captured with just one quick click...

Our first dance I can barely remember;
however, plenty of pictures prove it's existence...

Melodies parade against
the morning dew...