i don't know if i did the right thing.
but its the only thing that i could have done.
Saturday
went to church
enjoyed the carnival.
I'm so tired.
i want to lay my head on your shoulders again
to smell your scent.
Aversion of eyes
the hem of her gown pulled low.
Caged like a bird, her wings clipped.
Melancholy pours forth from her throat,
biding her time,
awaiting her saviour
Oasis is stuff of the gods
