#buss
Her laugh like tiny drops of gold,
Her countenance like none I’ve seen;
A glance at me—my heart-beats hold
Inside a place I’ve never been.
I think that I should maybe die,
Her hand tracing new memory,
Nostalgia falling from the sky,
Each fading touch a remedy.
Her body, soul, and spirit, three,
From part-to-part I do adore;
Her smile of guile, my bumble bee,
One step ahead forever more.
Stand still, as I am left behind,
So out-of-step and out-of-sight;
Faint trace of honey on my mind,
And one more dream of one more night.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
My eyes are red like a sunset,
Devils dance.
my end of the bargin has been met.
Welcome to my rainy day
Forces and darkness come out to play
My life ebbs again
At the end of a ball point pen
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC