laughs and textile hearts transmitted bravely over vines
with unlimited words and dangling m
bittersweet, like retasted, reharnessed, reheated desserts
m&ms dropped in salt.like paper, words written and
it catches fire
small and lonely. An average, rusted tin can
erroding each day as it stands
untouched, unseen, uneffected.like an old film strip. The picture interrupted
by white flecks of dusty ideasangry technical issues.
It's beautiful like a rose,
that when bending with the windpricked itself and bleeds
It is stomped, drained, petted, and prunedby itself and all around it.
If thoughts could speak, my dear, your's would say
"Like as friends"