Twisted Charade

Repeating the twisted dance we've waltzed Many times before, A performance imbued with such sweet suffering

The Ocean Looking Back

Hazelnut eyes look at me, An ocean of sorrow reflected back

Mind Block

I try to force the thoughts together, Hoping they'll form a cohesive metaphor It's all for naught, My mind suffering a drought Whatever stories I have inside, Simply refuse to come to life

No, You’re Not

Tell me, show me, Something truly sincere "I'm sorry," doesn't mean anything To me anymore

Creatures of Nature

The creatures of spring bask in this season Of unmatched, natural beauty