My ghost,
what are the words left behind...
You trust that they won't let you down
But then they do...
Concealed yet united,
with an assumed trust...
Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint...
The seed of friendship has
been planted in the ground...
Rivals....
I love it when...
Why do I have to sleep at night oh Nana my Nana?
Cause you need to rest just like the sun my dear...
Could there be a sequence of words that I am...
My mind loves to squeeze me with the power of...
Angel are you tired,
Bandaged or betrayed...
Your heartache, your affliction
that we shared...
Sharing our serene beach
as beating waves shimmer like diamonds...
Sometimes, you tell me of your dreams:
Distant, yet vivid enough...