Author: A. M. Laine

Walking down a sparse street Heavy hands Slow feet Heart strings tight like rubber bands Blending in like an unknown brand A street lamp shines with faulty light Giving false hope A cruel joke...

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

Waiting As if you would Come ’round for a chat I know that you could But don’t expect it at that So sit here I will To think of the weather The movement of...