I talked to you yesterday Even though you’re not here I talked to you again today And I will tomorrow too You always had this way Of just… Listening With your eyes With your smile With your heart You had this quiet way And I hope you don’t mind But I am going to keep…
Your eyes Absorbed My reality And reflected An image I’d never seen And I was born Fully new Beautifully Drawn Into a world I never Want to leave
I can claim nothing For nothing is mine I shed candy tears Down the precipice Of skin covered years I break down, devolve Curl up into a ball And wish for nothing For nothing is mine
I am not a writer. I am very adamant on this point. I write but that doesn’t make me a writer. A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing. They learn the rules and understand its etiquette. I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful. BUT you…
I pray and this is the response I get. I need him. And he comes. I am that last spark In a dying campfire You can’t put me out I am fire I am the last breath In a whispered wish You can’t hush me I am hope I am that last…
I can’t promise tomorrow That it will be void of sorrow But I can promise my smile My listening ear, my arms Hugs full of loving strength Standing in wait to renew you A friend here to help mend you Give me your heart to protect Until you can stand again Until you have strength…
The silence unsettles me I could never make it my home Sometimes words fail me And thoughts hide frozen and numb The outside world is missing Biting its tongue, abandoning me I am not one to enjoy quiet solitude It taunts me, surrounds me, imprisons me Is it the world ignoring me? Or am I…
The picture hangs crooked Among splinters and knots The corners a bit scorched A moment frozen in a frame Waiting for the smoke to clear And the shouts to fall silent Before trying to make peace Before searching for the time Where everything went wrong Where they try too hard to erase The mistakes that…
I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…
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