Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...
We drove up the dark mountain side
winding roads with a long drop down...
You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...
I thought you would be safe,
Safe from all harm...
The blade injects color into my skin
drawing out the one memory...
A Piece Of Me
January fourth two thousand fifteen...
Your body is frail and sketched with wrinkles,
and you are suffocatingly...
Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...
Colorless mood and vague clouds
an emptiness rings loud...
I may appear silent to you,
like my voice ran away with the wind...
He was my anchor
to the happiness of reality...
2014-10-17 19:33
Abandon me, my love...