The Picasso of my soul was love. The girl I love.
Picasso of My Soul
Mental Anguish
His name shot off mental anguish, and the realization, he was my demon.
At Midnight
On the porch laughing in my arms, flashes of her smile - and kissing at midnight.
Like Madness
I want twisting, burning love, like madness.
Poetry I’d Written
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.
Scatterbrain
I'm a scatterbrain. I struggle - knowing I'm losing love.
Monomania
Eternally secluded I felt impossible to connect, but I am surrounded with ordinary faces, with the resemblance of the ghost of my love, these thoughts a constant torment and monomania.
