If we were a perfect hook and latch
Where one fell for the other abruptly
We would but miss our target catch
A few millimetres out
We clash quite brusquely

Haiku
A season is over
Golden leaves softly fall
The breeze is absent.

Haiku
Bushes have the blooms
Still intact covered in dust
The town waits for storm

Haiku
Indoor plants sag too
Sorrowful for no reason
Longing for freedom

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Umbrellas await
Know their duty are coming
They have the courage

steady, though I’m still haunted by the memories
your love was like ecstasy

now it’s crashing down
I’m a fool, might as well dress like a clown
cause I fell hard for your lies
I’m left to deal with the side effects of that temporary high

I don't have butterflies in my stomach
They are more like moths
Eating me alive from within

I kind of like the way they tickle