Cloaked by
Red-cherry
Lipstick and
A smell of
Lilac and
R
O
S
E
S--- A beating <3 of
Syrupy rain and vanilla
Focus-
My drops fall through
The thundering clouds
Drop
         B
            Y
Drip.
circadian in sugary
Abyss.
To the ascending fields
On sugar Lane.

mirror, mirror on the wall...
what the HELL happened?!

More urgently than driverless cars
we need more car-less drivers!

Thank you all so very much, for speaking life into my poetry.
Thank you for caring so much for other people as well here.
Thank you for writing beautiful poems here on hellopoetry.
Especially the ones about your inner pains, my Friend thank.
For both kind of poems , God can use to heal others here.
For the ones that are honestly written from your experience.
Cam be use to show others that they are not alone here.
Thus revealing Hope to those that at the moment feel no Hope.
But there is truly Hope, he died for our sins two thousand years ago.

Somedays this whole
that I don't feel
is like a hole
that needs filling.
An empty space
that won't let go.
Another place I find
myself in that's growing old.
But that's the highway
talking, because
if I was a walking
man I would have gone
home a long time ago.