In the backwoods
lies a ghost of a river...

Templates of a soul
are scattered among the...

As you mindlessly
twirl my locks around...

Wine trickles down an hour glass,
coating a desert of run-on sentences...

It all started with...
A shy smile...

Eyes flicker as anxiety
climbs the walls...

Tonight,
no longer will we be each others competition...

They whimper against rumbling thunder
and scold lightning for shining...

Tangle your lies
between our pretzel...

The dictionary defines fate as a development of...
outside a person's control...

37.5000 N, 85.0000 W
At night, when sleep eludes her...

If you cannot spiral your words
into a rose or write I love you...