Now I'm heartsick // hoping beyond hope that you can feel this // dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick // soft, sweet kisses... oh, I've missed it // the chance to be your everything
Heartsick
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Sneakers On Half the Band
Leather souls on two gent'lmin//o'gray//N'sneakers, but no two sit//nex'to soles o'the same
Strangest Piece of You
But now I’m here, sipping the dew//Ambrosia-drink and treacle-stew//Buried in my eminent dole//All I ask is if you pass through//Share the strangest piece of you
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
Novel of Nonsensical Novelty
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
Unknown Corners
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.
Music Box Me
Fin'lly stopped, I silently rest//Gears red hot from the grind//All pulled apart, cleaned, oiled, and dressed//Refurbished by design
December Rose 