(2013)
Is this how Patricia felt Standing on the sidelines Watching her man Love another woman? Watching what once was
We scar like C-sections in diffic… As though it was the only natural… As though stitches were made to ru… To remind us that we are nothing m… We burn like we have the 'Highly…
i love the way you pretend like the darkness inside doesn’t s… like the bitterness you cradle doe…
Standing under grey skies Stinking open sore swamped by flie… Patience from within listening to… But you’ve been down that path You’ve felt desert winds and life’…
Shortly after sunset When lovers the moon gaze, darknes… A celestial rose held in an eclips… Draped in blood as its orbit linge… Witches shriek, farmers wail and o…
Show me your scars, the site where… And I’ll show you my stretch mark… We both bear on our flesh evidence… Where the only skin that covers th… Grimaced beneath pressure and pain
you with eyes like cosmic dust from exploded meteorites hauled ac… with a smile of a thousand galaxie… make my knees buckle against empty… when the electric touch of your fi…
Why does your heartbeat sound like… In dark empty alleys every time I… I’m here listening as you breathe And I try to keep my breathing in… It feels like oxygen masks on high…
Different kind of heartbreaks, sam… For death knows not its murderer a… It’s all the same in the end The sunken eyes and the drooping s… Like drying tear drops
She was already broken when you me… With cracked lips, shut eyes and t… Her diamond shaped heart lay like… Chest empty, head spinning She had staples all around her edg…
If there is a chance Even the slightest of chances Even though as small as dust parti… Twirling in the light If I could wrap my fingers around…
Somewhere between my stumbling fee… And my dusty compass Somewhere between the sunbaked cro… And my shriveled map Somewhere between my faith and my…
Facing different battles Dodging different arrows Yet the world couldn’t shield us From the aimed daggers of truth Victims of poisoned rose petals
Are those tears I see in your eye… Are those band aids I see plaster… You hold back tears because he wou… Would never hear you when you scre… He shows no signs of perfection ev…
If I promise to be your easel Baby would you paint the world? Would you leave traces like footpr… Of all the things we swore never t… So that we can always find our way…