words have been writtendrafted and erased the pages lacked meaningmy heart could not relate
No more fantasy dreamsIt seemsthe seamsare fitto burstand I don’t knowwho’s cracking first — me or my illusion
I don’t know what the future holds.
Through the pain,the darkened vein — there is a line of truththat threads us.The tapestry reminds uswe are never alone.We come to…
Where are you?Come to me.Where am I?I want to see.
I am hot as August asphaltI shiver like a soft-serve coneI twinkle like the wishing starand you are the reason I burn