I walk beneath a
Stricken sky that's holding clouds
On the painter's easel.


  

Remember the days
When you and I
Were in love under a lie?
I lose reality amongst
The memories
Piled high in the catacombs of my mind,
I would tuck them away
But my heart couldn't bear it.
 

 

Strings

Love tied a string around my heart
And won't let me go--
I tried to run, escape, but.
Passion tightens when pulled
She tugs it every now and then
Reminding me 
Of her control
Of her hold
Of something long past
I deeply dream to be.