i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
the facade fighting for position making a bubble to wrap in holding all the desires and keeping all the harm out so we think, but harm we cause
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through