when the game is done
the kings, the queens and the pawns
all in the same box
to avoid conflict
i force myself to recall
that i once loved you
lost within her eyes
i seem to be forgetting
the devil within
a world in greyscale
morals are just conventions
good, bad, all just words
forever asleep
breaking away from the earth
we've always been dead
(that's it for haiku)
they'll see it's a phase
but boy, i know you better
don't be a stranger, or do
this one's on you
it's always five o'clock somewhere
but nobody wants to drink with me
she said 'i love you'
but i loved smooth jazz and money and not her
woe is not me
it is you
they shared a midnight bliss in the pouring rains
there's a tinge of britain in the way she speaks
his harmonies grew ever dissonant
and you were looking for a cadence
you embarrass me
can you find a new brother