"Can you tip the pot a little more?"
"Can you stomach just another course?"...
The broadway show sets the light
for unstaged souls to grieve their plights...
By a silver stream she knelt
-waiting- watching streaks of life...
How her moves articulate speech;
encapsulating, pure divine...
Three words,
hanging by the thread...
As we drive down the avenue past ninety fourth...
the distant mountains rush by, chasing what we...
Trusty steed, sweet gem of life,
grant me a river into which I shall dive...
.....................................Lies
................................Concealed...
"Maybe I should let go
of everything I used to own."...
Time passes too slowly for me
to meet you in time...
The day we left each other was abrupt.
No signs of warning for the disaster...
I could feel a love once missed
passing in between the paused gasps of two lovers...