Thursday, December 24, 2015

Beautiful Flowers


Like a flower
you are,
beautifully created,
waiting on the perfect
hand
to pick you.


Strangers


Those who leave, never come back; even if they return.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Dead

"Dead"

Died
in the grasp
of your words.
Tied
with a noose
on my heart,
I
suffocated
believing
that you'd
never tear
me apart.