I am tired
Just tired...
I found an old picture of us
and bile rose up in my throat...
Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...
you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...
Every time I sit down to write
he lights a candle - saying that...
You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...
I said to the parser
It just doesn't seem right...
where the sun begins,
and you end...
Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...