I take a deep breath,
As my fingertips touch the keys...
Oh angel of love,
Rain over me...
Blood stains on my sheet
dark room with no corners...
Soft whispering winds
of change come to me across...
I'd never ask for anything,
That wasn't mine to take...
Life is crazy
its can have twists and turns...
OCT.23 1989
I have written many poems...
Your probably off,
With a boy somewhere...
I walk this little path
on my bare feet...
The days of searching have come to an end
Abrupt and unforgiving but I'll never go back...
I came across yesterday
three guys dressed up as "Jesus"...
One small moment
the bomb exploded...