Your warmth is felt before we touch
Though silent in volumes you speak...
I am a story;
not a number...
I rest my head on my pillow
And let it soak up my dreams...
Beneath the sun lay blackened crows,
the only shade in sight...
~~~
Not far it was from Heaven...
In the whispers of the wind,
I'm sure I hear your name...
Break me-
land a blow...
I see the sky sing in an open storm,
with every tear drop, a flowing chord...
For a reason,
I do not look back...
let us sit behind wanting eyes and
watch tears tear flesh...
I'm glad that it's a secret --that your words fill...
and that you haven't seemed to notice the fake...
It feels like I've never gotten what I wanted.
Or more like I never will again...