He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.

you left your blueish dress
twisted by the pool’s edge
like a cold monument
to every single misstep
and my heart is overwhelmed
with visions of a dancing grave

via crucis in the morning
carry me to our palisade
while these tiny arcs of light
leave my eyes, breaking easily
and your voice keeps me awake
i believe that i need this

you were wrong
i am nothing
but one more familiar face
amid the pageantry

***** looks are
My specialty
You know the evil eye
For
I have a poker face just scary
Yet more beautiful
Than Charles Manson

Day time is lonely
So I busy myself
With photography and art
But that's not even
For you
Are always in my
Mind and
Hearts as you
Busy with your studies as alonely
As i am.

It is supper time
It is all most
Time for us to rejoice
Two broken souls
Can they create
Happiness
I think so.