(2015)
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…
Somewhere between my stumbling fee… And my dusty compass Somewhere between the sunbaked cro… And my shriveled map Somewhere between my faith and my…
Is this how Patricia felt Standing on the sidelines Watching her man Love another woman? Watching what once was
Confused snowflakes hitting the gr… Lonely white skeletons locked out… Freezing out in the cold Deserted on polluted highways Wrapped in insane degrees
THOUGH OUR LIVES ARE NOTHING MORE
every gaze into the night sky yiel… each glint a reflection of your dr… for every night and day you were b… so let those dreams continue to ta… as the universe reveals a spectrum…
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…
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…
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…
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’…
i love the way you pretend like the darkness inside doesn’t s… like the bitterness you cradle doe…
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
lead me to where our journeys reve… and the turmoils in us never speak… lead me to where footpaths are wor… and the stars shine bright like si… lead me to where the jungle gives…
Facing different battles Dodging different arrows Yet the world couldn’t shield us From the aimed daggers of truth Victims of poisoned rose petals
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…