"To Her, From Us...."

....If his eyes are too blind to see heaven inside yours....
His feelings too numb to feel the warm joy of being nested in the cuddle of your arms....
His Heart too Heartless to know what real Love beats like....
His ears to deaf to hear your pain screaming for him to acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them....
Then all his refuses to do, I will gladly do and do them gladly......
Have A Great Day!!

"Sunday's Vent"

....Glass Heart with onion eyes in a coastline drive kind of mood. Solo held Pinot noir and cassette tapes with Love songs recorded by a teen crush, as an homage to what they once felt for you; spin on repeat, switching from A to B, B to A, like inconsistent pupils. Windows fully naked, "All pulled down," thinking and searching for answers in the wind, but the drive would make much more sense silent because the noise of everyone else's world is a bit too distracting. Confused and unable to think over the thinking, pre rolled Marley's zipped tight in a zip by a friend from Paris one summer back in Pitts, now consider being lit as a means of trying to escape from the emotional mess....."This is Sunday's Vent."