Vignettles: II

Despite my distress
You averted your eyes,
Any feelings you had were long spent;
My hopes to impress
All too soon vaporize,
Now sublime into reckless intent.


Vignettles: I

You claim you won’t melt
But I’m not sure that’s true
If we stand in the rain any more;
The teardrops unfelt
Tumble out of the blue,
My dysfunction you try to ignore.