(un)titled rhyme

at least at last dreams fly at half mast there is no end to forever but the promise tends to die there is no second chance just memory to deny it’s the fall before the landing it’s the lack of understanding it’s the promise of tomorrow it’s the truth painted with sorrow at least at […]

never quite happy with rhyming, an ode to you

would you dine upon my flesh quench your thirst with my tears could you let these words hold you lull you until slumber draws near feel the callouses as they drift all about your lovely skin tempt the beast just underneath with your promised glimpses of heaven could you let it all go fall deeply […]