Her hands
trembling...
She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...
I smoke.
As it billows from...
we will never run out of
writing for the things...
Tonight, while my children sleep,
I'll walk out of the house...
Nothing is ever
exactly what you want but...
This is my world,
the one I created...
Teetering on the brink.
Effervescent emotions bubble and break...
I met him quite by chance you know
On a beautiful warm summer's eve...
I have prayed at some run down places
neighborhoods who were not safe...
I liked to blame others
Because we aren't supposed to be the villain in...
The lights are heading downtown
where Santa sits in a red chair, smiling...