A Primary Pain

Like propane you fuel a flame. But it isn’t red for romance to light something true; it’s a long burning blue with no yellow to make it mellow.

Drowned Deep May I Keep

I want to sink and not see again. And if I’m saved send me to the sea again.

The Net of Regret

Home of heartbreak. Matters of mistakes.

Heavy Weight

I hope it won’t always be heavy when I try to make it light. Tired of my heart being crushed.

Crap Crusaders

Crap crusaders come in all colors and creeds.

How?

I know my disdain causes part of my pain. But, I don’t know how to rid of the strain, when the cause stays clear and plain.