Every poem here is an unfinished work in progress, probably never to be finished.
You are more than welcomed to finish them in the comments section.
Nunc scio quid sit Amor...
Os, lingua, mens, sensus, vigor
Read between the messy lines,
that's what apathy said.
Those small spaces were divine,
but too much for my head.... more »
Down in your domain
Feeling all your pain
Your tears of anxious sorrow
From love it once had borrowed... more »