I'm dark, and usually writing about love/loss. It's when I write my best...But I hope you enjoy all of these things, I try. |
In this storm
with the rain beating down...
Her eyes are searching,
For some hand to come and grasp...
I held your hand through the parking lot.
You smiled and talked so sweet...
Sweet serenade, fill my heart with words.
I could write a book on lies...
Do not forget me,
For if you forget me I shall truly die...
Pick out your clothes and cover yourself.
Sick of your body ashamed of the mirror...
So many visions, not all can be viewed.
Scrambled message that can’t be...
Face down on the ground. |