theres a garden near the door but im trying to sleep
is devoid a word and what does it mean
the stars are at fault for the the tears we stream
your eyes reflect fake honey and cream
glasses half empty emotionally drained
when's the last time you've let it truly reign?
caring complexions covered by a skin tight rust
seeping in smells of their morning musk
skies of grey and gold paired warm winter nights
cold summer days and forth of july frights
