She's spinning out of control
and it's all I can do not to hold her as she...
I'm fighting and I'm losing,
trying my hardest to be strong...
I sit on my front porch,
Staring into space...
They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...
It seems
you still creep in...
I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...
Your tread of love upon my heart brings light
Though hard you fight to make me feel alright...
The ride back
home was silent...
Sometimes, my mind plays the violin,
And my fingertips bleed...
This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...