NO SIGNS

NO WINES

NO LAS VEGAS

NO PARADE

NO ROMANCE

NO PRETENDERS

NO GUITAR

NO SCREAMING

NO ROSES

NO UP-n-GONE

NO SIMPLE WORDS

NO NEON NO DESERT

NO GOOD-BYE

NO SOCIAL ESCAPE

NO FUNERAL

NO BROWN EYES

NO SPEED

NO INADAQUACY

NO LOVER

NO TELLING WHEN YOU'LL COME HOME.

———– NO CALL ON THE LINE.

NO FEELINGS YOU REVEAL…

———- ONLY SILENCE

———- ONLY TEARS…

TO CONTAIN ME.

AND ME… LOST WITHOUT YOU.

AND SEE… MY LIFE CHANGING COURSES.

— I THROW IT ALL AWAY.

I ONLY WANT TO STAY… IN THAT MOMENT.

I THINK OF YOU AND FEEL MY HEART BREAKING.

—————– A FAMILIAR PAIN.

———— A CARBON COPY OF 4 YEARS PAST.

—————— MY LOVE IS UNDYING FOR YOU.

YOU DON'T TOUCH THE NOTION.

———— YOUR WORLD SECURES YOU WHILE I CRUMBLE

… UNABLE TO LET GO OF YOU.

I KNOW YOU'RE GONE. THE BED IS COLD

AND IT'S HARD TO SAY WHICH LINE WAS SINCERE.

IT'S HARD TO GO ON, IN THE EMPTY ROOM, IN THE EMPTY HEART.

ALL THAT LAUGHTER WASTED AND ONLY A MEMORY IN A QUIET SLUMBER.

A SUBTLE BLOW THAT HITS LIKE A CANON.

THE CARELESSNESS OF YOUR DEPARTURE IS THE

REALITY OF YOUR FEELINGS FOR ME.

————- I WANT TO HATE YOU BUT

————–YOUR EYES WON'T LET ME.

————— YOUR MEMORY WON'T LET ME.

POEMS LEFT IN VEGAS MAY BE

THE LAST WORDS YOU

KNOW OF ME.

KINDRA CONNELL!