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…
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
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…
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
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
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…
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
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.
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