We are followed by ghosts
They linger...
Being the rebel I once was
my desire to fly across that water...
When using red on my canvas
why would you asume I'm angry...
It is so easy to get lost in a jungle.
Fallen trees, debris amongst many other weeds will...
Man calling for help
in the wilderness denies...
At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...
You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...
They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...
Your happy ending is what you write
By how you choose to live your life...
We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...
I’m not afraid of the dark, but
I am afraid of what's...
I wonder
How many of us...