Does it make sense now? As august passes by  The heart heals for a sliver in time But then again It breaks Fragile like a doll house...

Icarus drowning A tragedy or a victory? Lament not, grieve not Your son, in his flight Grazed his auburn wings across my chariot, Eyes...

Do you ever lament? Do you ever grieve? In your arms of azure and cerulean, Have you cradled, have you caressed, or have you only ever...

Dawn like a thief falls upon me,  Gold as the honey that drips from The hives of the bees  Gold as the ichor that the Gods bleed And as...

The rose petals Kissed by the autumn frost Cinnamon, vanilla tears Run down from salty cheeks While the air turns bitter And the leaves ...