my thoughts turn sad as I contemplateit is a heaviness of being I'm sure many can relatethe storm builds and the twister beginsyour stomachs in knots, the anxiety has set inyour pain a powerful qoutient to who you are...

Eye see beyond vendors of flesh: the beautiful and the o’so strange` mere advocates of warmth for trade, bartering pieces of their truth Posed as riddles:but there's only one I care to unravel and make my homethere’s something enticing about being meaningfully exposed, like lovers...

I love you with everything but I'm breaking inside you go out with your friends and I'm left woundering you say it's nothing I try to trust but you lie about where you go who your with what you...

I knew it was over… the day your hand lay lifeless in mine. That sudden goodbye and that iciness you shared. Glares… not beautiful gazes. Sharing hands with a corpse then made it a wintry day. It was a shimmering...