My eyes are open.
It's no longer darkness for...
My heart is inflated,
with emotions...
Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...
A blooming flower,
with beautiful buds...
I will gather every tear you ever shade
bathe in it for my soul to be cleansed...
Underneath these eyelids of mine
Are tears held in captivity...
Evermore,
she rests her head tenderly...
Close my ears, shut my eyes,
No learning I succumb...
Every time I go out at night
I look up at the sky above...
Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...
The autumn sun touched the
nape of my neck, today...
You are not so masterful
for...