Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...
I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...
When using red on my canvas
why would you asume I'm angry...
While driving my car down a mighty interstate
Stuck in traffic, hoping not to late...
If Roses Can be
Red...
A flower facing the sun
that's me after surviving major storms...
You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...
Lost in the crowd you go down the street.
Sad but still proud you have nothing to greet...
Listen to you
fluttering heart...
When lovely morn comes back again
she wil ! Oh will she sing again...
for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...