While walking on a long dirt road
In forest depths, with trees so tall...
Time is cruel and unforgiving.
It does not stop...
how dare you see me again,
with indignation sharp as flame...
Sunset
Thunders growling...
"I gathered nothing," you declare,
Yet gathered my trust, beyond compare...
carrying the knife in my trembling hands.
wondering where to jab it in between my glands...
every night I wield the knife.
every night it takes a life...
I kept losing myself
In what I thought was love...
A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...
I ground myself in
a bed of Queen Anne’s Lace. Breathe...
Spoken in barely a whisper
The walls began to crumble...
For the longest time people said my eyes were...
That is until I met you and you brought the color...