truth be told i’m leaving my heart right here below the glass chandelier on 63rd St. for you to play with, any time you walk past.
the morbid dance of incoming storms will douse the flames of my dreams, yet, you will always be my incomplete thirst.
after i’m gone, come, without remorse and immerse in my colors under this delicate murano glass. to see for yourself how the heavy fragrance of black orchids could’ve played, cheek to cheek with the wild scent of green vetiver
Amidst lambent city lights You were there, lucent two degrees of separation turned into inches of caution… A furrow brought by uncertainty Time’s arrow turned against me A wish whispered to the vast open For a final chance to say What was once left unspoken
The winds blew today through my hair, as I choked on regrets from the old tears. I silently swore to never see the rain again, as it kept banging at my doors of life. To get the giving of my hands, for I spent a long life giving. I never could see the rain again, with its winds and drops of life that enliven the souls around me, as I could never love again.