I crawl under my blanket of regret
And listen to the teardrops whispering a secret
I hear them not, but follow every whim
For

introvertly- incredibly real
amend my surroundings
that's not how i feel
exposure, foreclosure
i'm sold at a steal
they make

Hidden messages in your lover's eyes

Reflect his true desire

He may have trouble with the words

But you can't mistake the

The writing on the wall, not able to
be seen by all.

Invisible to the naked eye, making some
sit and ponder why.

The clues that

MAGNOLIA

The ground beneath the old magnolia tree
Is drowning in chameleon tears.
I am impelled to gather them,
For I need to