I wish I could write a poem for you, darling; I wish I could sing for you but I laugh at that thought because it'd be as fake as our love. You wanted a pastime and I was lonely. Perfect match eh? Probably not. Oh how I hated your giggles! Remember when you laughed out … Continue reading An old draft 2
There's a knife through my back Reaching my bleeding heart Leaving behind a crimson trail There's a sword through my mind Creeping up on my weeping soul Where your sweet laughter hails The scar on my arm Singing our story To the vagabond, numb and frail There's a tear on your cheek Watching the world … Continue reading The cold closure.
I am an ocean That touches no shore I'm the wind That hesitates to blow A fire, Without heat and the glow The kind of pain That comes after love