Marcy
A long, winding road, with no begi… The final destination, a fate, you… Will it be, a perfect road, you kn… Because, there always, is a cost,… As you walk, that lonely road, won…
Now, you try to tell me, that, eve… And you, would have me, believe, t… You say, I gave you, profound pai… But you, can’t take, the love away… You say, you have true love, and y…
A monster, lives inside of me, lat… Though, asleep, for many years, hi… The key’s, inserted, into the lock… As the creature, rises up, from hi… There are only, blood and smoke, r…
Do we have compartments inside, Places where we store our thoughts… Some forever locked away, By all the fears we’ve caught, Do those thoughts reflect in the e…
Rain drops glisten on leaves of gr… As the moonlight makes them glow, And with the tears that scream a n… A memory becomes a show, Each raindrop relives a moment,
Some people say, life gets in the… Yet I always questioned, how that… While proof came to me, one summer… And lives in dreams, of you every… When two people together, combine…
Inside the darkness that each nigh… Are the dreams and fears we keep, Their power affecting our daylight… And at times affecting our sleep, Can we say where a nightmare begin…
Every day that we go through, only… The time when dreams come out to p… During the day our eyes are open,… Because once the light is taken aw… Once we enter the land of dreams,…
I stand here with no one around, y… I walk this trail with memories, a… On this mountain in this place, th… And with each step memories flash,… Though the trees begin their chang…
As I peer out through the window, To watch rain falling in waves, All I see is a cemetery, That holds only unmarked graves, I wonder if I’m among them,
Candlelight and moonbeam s;a puppi… Roses and the scent of pears;talki… Coffee sitting together;cookies as… Soft silky underthings; a massage… Drives to the flea market;walks al…
A memory reaches from the grave, And caresses a beating heart, As we wonder what we save, While fear prevents a start, The memories massage a tortured mi…
Sometimes when trouble comes our w… We ask ourselves what to do, Though the past provides experienc… Instincts may not come through, Sometimes answers are hard to find…
A coldness now lives in the air;as… And each step, on this trail;leave… Hours and hours, hoping to see;a f… But, each snowflake, surely shows;… There are, no aches or pains;even…
All, the snow, we’re getting now;i… Of, telling us, something’s wrong;… She senses, all, our moods and pai… Two people, are apart; two souls,… The snow, bathes, all you see;but…