into the dust

until we fade into dust,
i’ll write your initials
into foggy windows.
dreaming of stars in our eyes
and for just one more day,
for our hearts to grow older

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

lonely mirror

all these people
look into me,
but never too deeply;
they are all caught up
in their own reflections –
and yet when i look at them,
i can’t see me.

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

metal towers, flower petals

a hollow emptiness, so heavy
brick and metal towers
an overflowing happiness, so light
feathers and flower petals

voices around rattle reality
tearing through numb, slow thoughts
heart caught up in another
reality – soundless,
neither light nor heavy;

because you are somewhere else
made of something golden and sweet
which cannot be found here anymore,
you’re simply not here.
… not here, not here anymore.

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

fiction | reality

the line between
fiction and reality
is the one we
use to draw
we attempt to
write our endings –
and when our lives
don’t match up to the
portrait within, we
put on our masks
to play pretend

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

rain and snow

when our minds walk
into the clouds, where
do our anger and pain go?

they fade from our
memories, quickly, and
return to the earth as rain

when our souls walk
into the clouds, where
do our hopes and dreams go?

they fade from our
hearts, gently, and
return to the world as

© Tiny Fawns, 2018