Feet dangle and swayon a wooden swinghigh above the creek’s conversation,waiting for someonewho’s worthy ofdistraction.
Careful — tepid wordsand cold stone wallsmay not be the lessons you want me to learn.
i wanted to beas close to you,but i wasn’tas pure as bloodstained glass:wrestling shameon bended knees,i close my eyes,and you’re…
You wonder
when they’re dead
Her biggest pet peeveHe couldn’t resistA resounding…
Words mean nothing without love, anger, tears and fear.
Your love light’s shining…
She adored you Mister Porter