no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
23 is for telling of the others be… 22 is a good one to find 21 is in the counting, registered… 20 times if added right, will come… 19 penny loafers for sale
shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…
my mind was not on the words as i read them or were they spoken regardless i still don’t have a to… you need two halves for the ride having only one, i had to settle f…
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides
the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
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