Haiku #13

Her mouth spilled ink and
just like that I became another one
of her heartbreaking, bestselling stories. 

Haiku #12

The quiet of the dark night under
The moonlit sky contrasted
The beating of their young hearts, under the mistletoe.

Haiku #5

Memories, written in indelible ink,
Can be erased at will.
Which ever, whenever you want.

Haiku #1

This form of poetry captured my mind, so here is my first. Constructive criticism appreciated.

The thought of you
captured my mind
And I didn’t see the sunrise.