I chauffeur my silhouette as it seeps from the concrete beneath my feet.
Emotions flux like water and ride up my veins, diluting my sturdiness with self-deceit.

Tears lace over my pillow and bathe my subconscious with rosewater dreams.
Reminders dress up my skin as white blushes into red velvet-colored sheets.

My tongue runs wild on the lengthiest lead, but I hold and I bite on personal business we speak.
Words bloom bitter behind my teeth as thoughts decay gently beside your secrets I never leaked.

Tell me what you please and I'll keep, confidential, everything you fancy.
Superficial friends defame foes day and night; their whispers find me like perfume in the passing.

Trust is a wilted rose, and mine's preserved behind peachy laughs and warm smiles.
The soft silence I seek fits me better than breath, kindly fading my pulse out in style.



Friday 6 June 2025