I sensed her warmth
in the beaming sun...

Lonesome Tree
birthed from a tiny seed...

Toiling through the day
just barely sleeping at night...

Stubborn tears
trickle down...

Cotton white
faded in sky blue...

They say girls
are made from spice...

Consuming thoughts
haunt my dreams...

She was his world
the apple of his eye...

Its been standing there for years
passed on from generations...

I've climbed mountains
only to tumble back down...

Like my shadow
walking in my footsteps...

Drowned in a bath tub
a boy robbed of his life...