- Memories
- Brown puppy
- Japanese eyes
- Yearn for you
- Flowers
- Poetry
- Chasing a butterfly
- Give me more
- Drugs
- Warm hand
- Tuck tuck
- Conversation
- Nocturnal voice
- Stars
- Vulnerable
- Clock
- Clock
- Room
- Shore
- Bitter
- Manual
- You
- Dimples
- Plastic
- Woman
- Albatros Victor
- Ghosts
- Eternity
- Games
- Sunlight
- Laughter
- Cigarette
- Realiti questions
- Unlovable
- Whisky
- Night flowers
- Eaglet Katalea
- Pyjamas
- Oh
- Sleep
- Whisky
- Unlovable
- Autumn
- Lonely corner
- T,J,H
I knocked at your door
You write beautiful poetry
Can you inspire me meet her
I do not write verses these days
It does not rain on these barren lands
You showed me your secret writings
And I fluttered
Saw my muse for milliseconds
Enough for an injection
Now I come at your door
Give me more please.








Powerfully penned, Amethyste. Love the depth and layers of this write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian. Hugs and love.
I like this, the question of wanting to meet her to be inspired. sweet
Thank you Fia.