Sore Heart

Heart is soreflexed up with painEyes are drownedtears pour like rain  If words could stop turning into an arrowLife would surely change

Love in need

I seeked love in your farewell hug,a souvenir for my longing heart.

Silver Roof

The silver fanged roofa temporary shelter that’s a conscious reminder ,being grey has no worth

Madness

An andrealine rushthe first glimpses of springsweatshirts seek comfort

Puzzle

It all falls into place like a solved jigsaw puzzle,the dewdrops slide down the glass panes,lining up towards the garden pot that sits at her kitchen

Heart

The heart has been pumped with a temporary infusion of oxygencoz the weak/frail keep dodging his heart