that every day I’m living is a far cry from sincere,
and existence is a lie to which I can’t but help adhere.
~ Coming to ~
We morph and we morph
until we find the form that pleases most.
for nobody here can hear
nor see you ‘neath their many furs
and shoes not made for Winter
~ Unprepared ~
but heed the open wound and the beating heart;
there will be blood, my dear, there will be blood.
Come blossom dance, help me forget,
with Spring in every step.
~ Remedy ~
Shadows pass, as lovers will,
‘tis but the sun that’s loyal still.
~ English Summer ~
The laden truth, if so enticed,
is every heart will have a price.
~ Laden truth ~
The cruel, the kind, the both we’ll find
and both are ours to keep.
~ Occupation ~
So soon much more than just a game,
like hot, dry fields when kissed by flame.
~ Riddled clues ~
Like Autumn leaves fall from their trees,
I’ll lay amongst. Come gather me.
~ Gathering leaves ~