Loser

A bottle of promise

And he sits

The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow

My Heart the Candle

Wick burning silently.

See in the flame

My love for you.

In the flickering,

My hesitation.

LOVE’S RESPONSIBILITY

As I think of her
I think of dew drops
Delicate

Butterfly wings
Like gossamer

A spider web
Fragile