“The verses most frequently re-read, marked with graphite, and shared through the quiet hours.”
“I wear a smile every day, While sobs will never speak a word. Nobody would think that I’m…”
“The sky weeps in grey syllables across the glass, each drop a calendar of what could never pass.…”
“We build our rooms around the empty spaces, where once were voices, laughter, familiar faces. A corner chair…”
“The paper curled in spirals of black ash, a quiet ending to a youthful dash. Each paragraph of…”
“The platform hums with subterranean cold, a carousel of stories left untold. Fluorescent lights flicker in tired hums,…”
“They do not vanish with the light, nor crumble as the seasons turn; they linger in the folds…”
“When the heart speaks, it does not shout; it murmurs like a rising tide upon a tranquil shore.”
“I wrote your name on folded sheets, then watched the ink bleed softly out across the paper grain.”