Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Memories permeate
My despondent brain
Need to eradicate your
Innocuous idiosyncrasies
That brought such delight
Blackened haze devising
To envelope my weeping soul
Tormented heart, perished
Disintegrated companionship

much sadness, particularly fond of,

Need to eradicate your
Innocuous idiosyncrasies
That brought such delight

Well captured and told.

Thank you, I was told once the Eskimos had 50 different words to describe snow. This is my 28 words to describe mourning my loss.

Even the devil’s own
idiosyncracies are
sometimes quite charming.