Melodies Of Choice

Played like a fiddle for her little riddle this little imbecile to fall was simple. I walk halls creak do boards a house isn’t a home when void of her sound. Played a piano soar into heavenly doors I begged I implored mercy from a Lord. The light she gives upon this bed live I…

For An Ex Of Fire

Weeping swells travel up into my industry. They talk of vanity it made me so complete. Power of the pen spy diaries bleeds an eye of other vessels a skin I used as my disguise. Never shall we join as a posey is thrown up an aisle where we join, and drink Christ’s Cup. My…