treat or tricks |
rarely we see,
the pallid eyes that stretches in the horizon,
but lately entrenched in its mortal coil,
the drenched shadow of the moon deciphers the gleaming ocean.
the heavens are dried ...
Posted by floyd on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
death |
death is her.
death is her smile,
death is her touch,
death is her love,
so blazing and untrue,
death is her kiss,
those pouting lips drenched with her juices,
death is her skin,
...
Posted by floyd on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
days |
days are like petals.
they fall from calendars.
while they lose their colors and dry up from the disappearance of sunshine.
like dusk they fold,
and let the ground eat them up.
days are...
Posted by floyd on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
love letter |
dearest,
i miss you.
ur eyes, the way you smell.
the simple fall of your hair on my cheeks and how i brush them away but always near.
i love the way you look me in the eye
it makes me f...
Posted by floyd on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
