Haiku 23.03.2014
Eyes drift towards bed, is it time for sleeping yet? No. There is work yet.
Eyes drift towards bed, is it time for sleeping yet? No. There is work yet.
We have fallen out of love, patience, anything worth holding onto.
I was Ice Empress, a cold, stony heartless bitch. When did that all melt?
I must be clutter finding my way into rooms to watch you shun spring.