Poems from CasablancaBlue

Obsolete,his fingers roam envelopes.Addresses swarm,faint in his step.Thirty years gone,he's finished.
A circle is child's play,coming from dust.Yet from dust to dust,comes ashes to ashes.Spinning within a falsity,the likes of which we've...
Eloquent ballad,cold hearts brew colder songs.Heals wounds of passion,where ostensibility belongs.United as one flesh,ever since we met....
Vague expressions,how could I describe it?Hearts intertwined,two fleshes becoming one.Bonded for life,inseparable from you.This feeling I...
Oh man, I feel so sick,   as I sit far away from a "popular" click.They just stare and gawk,   my mind rages as its my striped cardigan...