Abandoned Breverage

Dear Caramel Frappe, 

I often wonder if I've been missed. 

I still remember you, 

With extra Drizzle...

As I Had my Heart Set on You.

Honey I'm Home...

Of all things past,

 the Flinstones I miss most.

 When Fred says, 

'Honeyyyy...I'm Hommmmme'. 

Because nobody else probably knows what it actually means.

The Empty

An Emptiness echoes deep within.

Like a Minute of Decay.

Please pour some Sugar in my bowl.

Recluse

Loneliness,

Is a solitary mess.

Like a wilting flower on Autumn's dawn,

Just a slow Burn.

Heavy Chains

The weight of the world on ones shoulders. 

Is heavy indeed. 

One is burdened, not by mere Sadness, 

but disintegration of a heart that once bathed in Sunshine.

May A Passage Be Dug.