she wondered at when her heart had become winterboundwhen the lovely garden had been overgrown by sorrow and angerwondered at how long she could pine ..
she set a polish to the brass pipeswith a careful hand she worried themhours like a silent moving contemplationshe worked her way from one end ofthe m..
she unburdened herher faraway daydreamer heartfanciful and brightwhere she treasured a beautiful home forall the sweetness she had always carried arou..
the silence of the room feels forgivingso i wrap myself up in its comforting warmthhold out with trembling fingers a bittersweet morsel a few cautious..
moody girlresting her head on mewhile i purge my thoughts to the pagespilling like a dark red wineits all sticky but the words lay down in complacent ..
requiem for the immaterial manhis pauper pockets clean but emptyhe stitches his threadbare life with a careful handthis is the latter half of the twen..
my smile so unlike a vagrant only wanders the backstreets off her heartleaning on the lampposts of tenderness while her storybook temptress casual app..
her heaven interrupted she waits there by the wooden doorburned into its crispy surface is a poem aimed at her hearta poem in the form of a imagea gra..
this long hour that she's refusing to speak to mewe sit in the bedroom opposite sidesthe tv goes unheard in the cornersoftly whispering nonsense to it..
this dark heaventhis treasured placea promise of pleasurethe stain of human gesture brought and soldbleak for its beauties of the eye to beholdstraine..