The morning dews
Have become black tars
Spewing holy smoke
The trees that danced to the twirl of bliss
Have been displaced by rigid towers
The songs of the birds
Have become distorted songs of blue Tiger and Mikano
My childhood had died
And so its innocence
I waited here Those long hours, for youHopeful, you would notice me todayThen you cameAnd you gave a glanceTwo-second attention –...
I want to know what you’re writing I want to know if it’s about me I need to know...
In my own right I’ll say Julie was not always right For she would think her left was the...
I am a cosmic green That hangs above your sky Chunky tar Bloated to the brim Unavoidable quiescent Spreading...
It started as pinches, the type that made your neighbours run to the wall, to hear his words...
It was Friday again You called her — as it was your manner Same rendezvous The corner of the...
No candle light No sweet scent No Sheeran’s “Perfect” Just you And the thought Of where he should have...
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