He exhales
With alittle hesitation...

It comes from within
A tiny little spark...

My poor little heart
Fell off the wall...

That poor little dry well
At the top of the hill...

She clears the keyhole
Like a thief in the night...

Her stained colored tears
That's crowding her face...

A day in a thought
What's on my mind...

Two little mosquitos
Just sitting about...

They roll down my poetic tongue
Those little lines I've spun...

See my love, I told you I'd come
Your front gate was closed but I managed...

From the slightest breeze
She trembles with fear...

Imagine a World
Where time ran backwards...