His every move, I see so clear
Inside my mind he lives and breathes...
The night is now a refuge for the soul
Dipped among the shadows that crushed so long ago...
It's going to take a little more time
For this soul inside to feel...
With
A smile...
As butterflies encircled her
She twirled upon meadow's green...
When love has died in just one soul
The other's left to bare the pain...
With pen in hand, I sit alone
Regressing thoughts in monotone...
Hula hoops, ring-a-lings,
Lincoln logs, decoder rings...
Darkened depths of shadow
It is you I fear...
Tender is the heart that weeps
Clouding thoughts and memories...
I hold this pen in hand,
Though my thoughts are many...
Shards of glass
cut porcelain skin...