My head,
tilts to one side...

Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...

Handle me with care and
Embrace me with love...

Hearts which are
Open with truth will...

I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...

Curiosity niggled my
immature thoughts...

In her absence-
mouths gather round the...

Promises...

The colour fades
from her cheeks...

I’m not afraid of the dark, but
I am afraid of what's...

They scrawl their ink upon a twill
where love and sadness often spill...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...