From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...
Trump Tweeting,
uncharacteristically...
5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...
Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
Only lost eyes can find the greener grass...
Who?
Who sees the little sparrow fall from the Sky...
Nothing’s as bad as it seems
Hearts were meant to heal...
I.
Tears streamed from swollen eyes like pouring rain...
Love is the sole reason creatures embrace
Heartbreak and sacrifice for goodness sake...
It would begin as a whisper,
softly breathing lonely words in my ear...
Hair down to her back, hand made jewelry and funky...
Big brown eyes, cute hair-do too...
a tsunami of
hope and fear Crush down on the...