in a breathe that so suddenly escaped
words for you so sincerely I have shaped
poetry time and time again I have *****

she is mine

how leaves belong to the grapevine

she is mine

on the stage me and her
we arise
we emerge

the purge of rotten eyes comes in secret splurge
we wont let them be our fall
I wont let them deafen my ears to your powerful call
it all means nothing to me
at all

seep in the menthol
hands clasped
lips grasped

your eyes shower me like rainfall
your dark eyes weaken me like nightfall
my precious
porcelain
doll