As my light becomes dark
I intertwine my words and vision into woven light
Monday, March 26, 2012
Lifeboats
I inhale the dark
I exhale the mist
I scream to the earth
I want it to hold me
Or swallow me whole
I conclude to the sky
I don't deserve its sun
The blue of it's eyes
The tears that fall
My fragments caught
And I cannot run
For I love you
Sleepless hour
The day grows long and
Loneliness creeps under your skin
The smell of newspaper wraps around your fingers
And eyes keep focusing on the markings
From your story
That gets told everyday
You are the writer
Loneliness creeps under your skin
The smell of newspaper wraps around your fingers
And eyes keep focusing on the markings
From your story
That gets told everyday
You are the writer
Sunday, March 18, 2012
forgiveness
Saturday, March 17, 2012
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