"rain"
Pitter pattering...

"horses"
Rythmic dancing form...

These were for my creative writing class last...
Joy...

An opaque room silent
no hidden voice to be heard...

A sleepless night
nightmares flood her mind...

She walked along the shadows
full of brokenness and dispare...

Every now and then
I think back to the days...

Running,
from everything and everyone...

OK this is very childish and typical of liking a...

I'm falling.....
suspended into the black...

Every now and then
I think back to the days...

As I listen to her voice
solitude resounding...