Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood
2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
I know That you still feel The same as I do I know That it can only
Passions pit perfervid. Smoking cinders, and coals endure petulantly past their prime. Blisters and puss
I never told you a lie I was honest from the start You knew about my wife You knew who I was You accepted the facts
Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways
I love your grace Always seeing beyond The ruins left In the wake of sin I love your strength
A powerful master Frequently cloaked Obscured by half truths Demands masked as duty Though there is nothing lovely in…
Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
There are so many things I’d like to say to you But when I see your face My mind just goes blank I’m terrified
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
I’m not sure whether I love or ha… The me I am because of you You reminded me How good it felt To feel without reserve
Today is the last day I am going to do this to myself The last day I will hold on to any hope Today is the last day
The two of them sat face to face by the banks of the narrow stream smoking cigarettes, throwing stone… and dismantling
What are you selling Everybody is That thing that you have That’s icing and fizz Every encounter