Leaves swirl in showers,
Like innocence on the break...

I'm afraid to type it in,
this task I know I must...

Shes laying there,
the model for red...

Like a trophy held up high,
he holds you before our eyes...

She's got that thing,
A broken smile...

Tears don't come like they use to.
They use to flow in rivers...

Sealed within the bliss,
the red rose twist...

They didn't have to do it,
complete the devious task...

Its unbelievable,
the suit-coat pain...

My hands have been holding,
what I am reporting to be...

Its always hard to talk about,
the rupture from within...

Gentle whisps of elegant despair,
hidden like locks of broken tots...