dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
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 stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
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…
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
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…
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze