For a girl who tasted of summer
and was just as hot-tempered,
she closed all her doors like there was
a cold winter's draft.
Stalactite tears gathering
in the belly of cavernous
hearts. She is soft and hard and
silk and steel and so many
different faceted shards.
I know how you feel
when you feel nothing. And sometimes,
it's hard putting it into words.
Major writer's block recently + no time to write. Oh well. Hope I catch a muse soon.