Under the moonlight
Oblivious to camera flashes documenting the moment, we danced, smiling lovingly into each other's eyes
to be a part
of my life
I put him
I hoped the rope would not hold
and the pills would make you sick.
and stay with us.
The Noise on the Patio
of lipstick covered
the only evidence
he could find
“We are born”, yelled the protestors
The boy laughted, “and now you will die”.
No change while death concieved them.
More than Okay
Her eyes dilates upon saying, “You feel like home and I am more than okay with that,” smiling.
Stormy love merely circles through a whirlpool of time that echoes in a drowning world.
The lake was cold and everyone was haveing fun execpt the man at the bottom.
Somewhere beyond cold waters,
Her heart lays on misty grass blades.
I hold you in my memories, but I wish I could hold you in my arms.