32.

The sky turns into
tar, each time our history
attempts repeating.

31.

Finger paints mar the
cusp of beauty in divine
parts ineptitude.

30.

Caring for the world
should never be a burden
while your heart's beating.

29.

Summer, I would like
to officially break up
with you. Now, please go

away & take your
evil death rays with you. Thanks.
Sincerely, a B.

28.

Her voice, arching sound
past the splendor of my heart
echoes in wonder.

27.

Amidst the still of
darkness, the voices of my
writing speak loudest.

26.

The silvered moonlight
parts the voyeurism of
a star's met climax.