Petrarchan Sonnet
October 3, 2012

my heart

my heart, to you, is a throw away thing
it’s a cheap plastic lighter
running out of gas.
the more i burn
the less i am.
and i cannot do, but yearn
and scream,
“just stop.”

my heart, to you, is a throw away thing.
wasting like the core of finished fruit
faded from your eye.
those lashes flicker away from me now,
and gaze
the other way.


November 4, 2011

Love Yonder
by Elexa Rose
I am the colour of laughter after tears
A fresh smile, it’s going to be okay.
I am the warm, crisp air after the storm clears.
The liberation of a brand new day.
Handwritten words between old friends
Kisses in the night, half hidden in dreams.
I am the perfect memory after the moment ends.
The sweet nostalgia, the smile that gleams.
I cannot hold your hand tonight
Though I long so long I imagine that I do.
You see me only in an ambivalent, fading light.
Maybe you know my face, someone you once knew.
I am the tears before the colour of laughter.
I am nor here, now, before or after.