dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
