...Arrows and spears
of daggers and knives
only a few can
make the heart
bleed
Afternoons
with the dawn of sunsets
descending into
subtle
hues
of a midnight nostalgia
where a whisper
tells stories about
the lamenting hurt
Swaying
with the cold trees
in a melancholic swing
watching every bloom
into a wither
brings a lot of memories
that were once
denied...