bright-eyed youth

This is the bright-eyed youth.

grief

there’s no one to hear you.

Trees

And when spring blooms again, the trees begin anew.

magic

Magic is not all sparks and happiness.

slumbering promises

her slumbering body is marred with wounds.

unfinished lyrics

in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.

dear

it used to be us. now, it’s just me.

unwanted

they are unwanted. so they are spurned.

lost

is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?

air and memories

my hand grasps nothing but air and memories where you used to stand.