The garden of Love
Is in a cemetery
Mourners come visit
With black clothes and Bibles
To sit and be still
To speak of sweet memories
There's no gardener
The flowers have become wild
Reaching the mouths of angels

Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.

I remember the joy
of consuming
happiness
there is a season
for everything
this time
I will just sit out in the rain
bated breath
waiting for a change.

3% —
Nice talking with you today!
2% —
Seems like we had a productive…
1% —
So let’s meet —

Conversations interrupted
plans unfinished
before the
screen —

The clock running
down, just a
bit too —

Chargers lost
messes of
cables

the rush

—charging—

The writing calms me down
No need to climb the sky

Just want throw some rhymes
Find my little why

Water is for weddings
Digits deal in Pi

Grateful for hello
Before I have to say goodbye