#Heartache #Longing #Loss #Love
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
At last, I pause at eventide to t… amidst the shadows of the setting… And as I watch I cannot help but… what could be the meaning of the f… returning gently to the earth from…
Once in a while I hear words that… Most times I let ‘em go by, but s… Seconds turn into hours, so I liv… Dive deep into words, words as dee… Things I’ve wanted to say since t…
Always searching for the next good… and what the world can bring. Always looking for the next big de… and what it’s offering. Never thinking very far ahead
Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.
They say that the truth is a hard… but maybe it’s time that we see that we as a people are nothing bu… ensuring that’s how it will be. We stand up demanding there’s tole…
Do what you must to ensure they do… Rationalize and pretend it won’t b… Wish it away to escape from it all… Cover it up like the paint on the… Cloak it in layers of varying hue,
In the middle of life there’s a mo… Reminiscing, regretting, “Is ther… Looking out in both ways from the… as I tumble and shrink to an infin… For I know forever has no end of…
A song, a rhyme... just to spend a… I always wonder what you want from… Perhaps an act to show I care, a word, a touch, a longing stare. Oh, what I’d give to know what it…
An old porch swing made once for t… Cool night breeze calling out to y… Ten thousand memories rise above, the sunset waters of our love. Just like the day slips into the n…
What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...
There’s something worse than feeli… yes, worse than feeling blue. There’s something worse than feeli… and knowing you’ve been used. There’s something worse than feeli…