I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...
It used to be the joke of the family,
whenever she'd mistakenly use...
If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...
I reside on the other side of darkness,
where she rests her head amongst dying...
To share the same feelings with another
as if sharing the same vein, attached...
As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree...
Sometimes,
life closes on people...
Sometimes as poets,
we bury ourselves...
The sun fell through
the wires of a dream catcher...
Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to my show,
please take a seat and enjoy your very own back...
Ugly darkness, wakeful skies,
bone weary heart heavy sighs...
You wanna say that I'm mean
But you haven't seen what I've seen...