Knife to the skin
Convictions in doubt...
Preheat an oven to 350 degrees,
combine words to sugar...
Once upon a time,
I used to describe you as...
I used to
believe in illusion...
You are everything to me,
words I recite too...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
I
Fragments of words...
Mistakes are not always just lessons learned
They haunt you and taunt you, while you yearn...
Whispering moments
of timeless love...
There's a dim light on my bedside,
that dances quietly as I read myself to sleep...
We dreamt in darkness,
a memory where there was no light...
I can hear them again
Him yelling at her...