Love sold on every corner
While the dim city lights flicker
Damp empty corridors
Where faceless people come and go

Ominous wails of forgotten love
To ones self, or another
Fake memoirs being written
Lost, but not afraid

I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. This bluebird is caged and wants to be freed.

I cherish halls, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sorrowful love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a sorrowful love.

My feelings for you intensified as I talk to you. When we laid and shared our stories underneath the moonlight, I knew it.

You have eyes like graceful peaches and the most true lips I've ever seen. Your hair, black as tar- and your smile as precious as pink sapphires- always makes my day, my weeks.

You're so special with your laugh. The way you handle your self shows great patience and curiosity.

I know that to you I'm just a blue wanderer but I think we could be happy together, crying like two happy birds.

The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace

Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying

Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone