.
creation...
Today
Is just a...
Hate
abhor, detest...
Silence is often portrayed as pure gold
a chain necklace...
I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...
That tornado is not mine.
My defects are far more elegant...
Being the rebel I once was
my desire to fly across that water...
Life is an endless river,
A vision of our soul...
You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...
We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...
How does this work should I give up my job?
and hand in my keys; and my rabbit-foot fob...
I'm hanging by a thread here
It's worn and it is frayed...