Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
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…
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
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
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…
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
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…
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
