2104.

Her voice breaks a heart
through token protestations
of what love won't be.

2103.

My heart is littered
with all the ongoing works
of hope's small trials.

2102.

Afterwards, I would
swear that innocence head
worn him like mirrors.

2101.

I yearn to be freed
from these contrived passions
eluding solace.

2100.

Smoke wafts up like wraiths
in the sky, lighting up their
passion in fire.

2099.

The beauty of the
sky holds, as stars mirror this
emotion's disease.