Attempting Haikus

I.

Does the heart cry like rain?
Or, is it the mind that binds?
Come, flow like love in-between. 

                                                            II.

In the era of sunny #s

With neon-lit thumb typefaces,

She writes a love letter.

III.

Donut-shaped eyes afire

Bitter butter-soaked hands bake...

She stripteases our past lives.