Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Fallen away
Through the
ground
Are the words
That made
no sound
Strung up
Past the
Sky
In twine
Is our love
That was
Left behind
Smiles that
pretend
To carry
me
Towards the
end
Of an
infinite space
A cubicle
Of love
Is my
Hearts place
-Madamchryzl-