Scene B

I’ve got a slow drawl for a love sprawled draped across beds spread across drapes it’s not a neck without a nape: the nightmares have come again, you see, we’ve all got our sins. picked up in back alley… relationship bins – the kind we roll down hills as kids, the kind that let sparks … Read moreScene B

Pardon Me,

I’ve nothing to ask, nothing to say: I fall in love everyday And nothing is true, nothing is real, there is no new love to feel But where can I find the dreams of your mind? The ones you hide from brutes and beasts who look like me… those dreams of who you wanted to … Read morePardon Me,

good byes

You had fallen from the sky, a drop of water, nothing more. and still it filled my cup: an ocean upon a shore. You were clouds above my head, lightning dripping to the floor, spread out inside your kiss, I only wanted one kiss more. how have I so been fooled, my own heart is … Read moregood byes

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