Once I was a black jungle cat
lounging with chin on paw...
The depth of the heart can not be measured in...
It can not be measured in cups, pints or gallons...
I am who i am looking at the clock
i am who i am & thats never going to stop...
Sometimes it feels like
I'm running on a track...
I remember a time
When we were used and abused...
Hugging curbs he wandered,
lingering in his past life...
The wooden chest adorned with pearls immaculate
contains diamonds of thoughts and whispers...
A raspy sorting of words and feeling,
Long staring into artistic ceilings...
---------------Love
------------good, sweet...
You Finally Done It, You Broke My Heart.
With Each Piece That Fell, Leaving a Mark...
We all live in our own world
Living our own lives...
He spoke purposefully as he glanced at his outline
the speaker's words were softly spoken, melodious...