Do you have the time?
To read my little rhyme...

What do you feel deep down inside?
Could it be a sense of pride...

Behind a locked door is where I lay
In a vault of grandness where my many treasures...

Looking through an old photo album
I see still pictures that were once full of life...

I still linger never to be found
For some reason I cannot sever my earthly bound...

I’ve fallen from the sky
I’ve fallen from so high...

*please stick with it as its long
My key opens the door...

To Rachael
To my Wiccan sister...

Notice me
Why didn’t I see...

Coming back to my old home
I see you mourning your love for me...

This is a follow up to one of my previous poems...
So do you have the courage to enter these vaults...

I know this aint really good but i didnt know what...
Scurry, hurry for your mcflurry Murry...