My poems take a while to form, sometimes I had fragments that are not used, or changed. Here are two from my previous poems.
[original scene from Synesthesia]
What color is your sadness,
how high were you on love?
How deep should I bury madness,
while the world walks on above?
[deleted scene from Waiting to fall, working title 'Perchance (to dream)']
I lie here waiting, not sleeping,
wanting to visit the realm of dreaming.