Ma,
I feel fear...
This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...
I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me...
Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that...
Dense sinister fog engulfs
a darkened hallway...
I
Fragments of words...
Lavender tinted sky
Rests upon the willow...
Hollow emotions enter my twisted mind
I'm out of thoughts, left with wasted time...
Hide-and-seek hearts
have a mind of their own...
Deep in the dark we huddle,
no food or water to spare...
The halls were decked
The table set...
Do not ask me to live.
You alone...