I am the stranger walking alone,
leaning to the right with packages...
As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons...
I wish that I could share these thoughts
that swirl around my head as drunken tears...
If I were your canvas,
would you lie and...
Even in my childhood
days where kids would...
I stood right there,
with tears in my eyes...
She lurked behind corridors
disguised as a queen...
This emptiness
I have inside...
I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...
Curiosity scrapes my heels,
inflaming patience...
Growing up,
I've been beat up...
Today the world is broken
Bleeding hearts bled all but dry...