Hello. I'm leon and I'll be your waiter for this evening.
I'm a writer. Specifically poetry and short fiction, but rest assured, I can write in any vain. I can't spell to save my life though.
Not that you asked for it, but I want to join this community to give myself a reason to write. I stopped writing a couple months ago because of apathy (for myself and the rest of the world) but I want to start again.
And I let them slip between my fingers
each tear a golden droplet of your doubt
that my vows of love would really linger
that I meant the things that we talked about
These tears that run along my cold ice veins
leave trails that burn like lovers' denial
Clouded eyes saw a burning lover's lane
Sparked with misconstrued worries and wiles
And who do I see that held that death match?
The same who brought the different heat to me
Not this fire at which, screaming, I scratch
But warm breaths that stole my melancholy
I should have known that your warming love's heat
would grow to singe my hair, blacken my feet
If you want more, let me know.