A secret is so pretty, Left upon the shelf Watching us go on, Without knowing our true self.


A secret is so pretty, Left upon the shelf Watching us go on, Without knowing our true self.

Drums play poker across her chest, Her anticipation tighter than a macabre vest With sudden approximation she sees others, An […]

Waltzing through the pathetic mud, Luxuriating highest from above The never wrong feels always strong, Set in their regal statue […]

Touching close Breathing grows Thinking in a blinking Pose Consuming proximity Saving anonymity Looking to a molting Possibility Restricting this […]

I don’t know how not to love, and I don’t know how to be loved.