Poems from kitart
Purple-black flowers dot the landscape,
Each seed planted without care as they're pounded into the landscape.
They grow and wither away,...
Whisked away by his words, I twirled
In an ever downward spiral -
A dance only viewed by four walls.
And he said to me, "I'll never leave...
The page, the page - It's mocking me.
A 1,000 and one ideas yet nothing to say.
Blankly it stares waiting for me to bleed
Black ink...