yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
The metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same
starlight sings silver catalyst for dreams the woosh of the window unit roars with smokey tang on my lips, I shi… shoulder to door pane, perceptions…
there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
eyes awaken, asleep. I dream the taste of purple I dream the touch of you. I dream of tall grass fields on my… shuddering in magnificent breath.
his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
I list their names on my heart Count them... ad nauseum, infinity… They, who sew my shroud. I list their names on my heart They, who released it
