This time I scribe past the night among turning cards that spell out the pains of love and loss.

A flower stems and blooms in a dark stained glass hallow past sullan forgotten grave stones and tubs of broken hearts among lost images of Cupids.

I really wish curiosity killed the cat this time.

I filled my life with your smile.
The arrow that stung my heart.

This flower has thorns but blooms no peddles.

Escape from this feeling gone as babies breathe.

Not to be.

Hearts yearn. Reaching out for you.
Vines.

I cry to stop the thirst.
My soul hollow without you.

This pain rains on and on.