03.20.11

As you are away
I stumble through the doorway.
You cannot be mine.

03.19.11

Compose poetry.
A dead and rotten city.
I will breathe new life.

03.18.11

A cold wind will blow.
Fingers are my sacrifice.
It falls on deaf ears.

03.17.11

One of only two.
My images come to life.
Music in the night.

03.16.11

Capture your beauty
And we talk about old times.
Sense of nostalgia.

03.15.11

We drift far apart.
What I have always wanted;
Exaggerated.

03.14.11

A restless, cold night.
Drunken stumbles when I wake
But I am sober.