I lay awake in my bed each night
wondering what is wrong tonight...
Only just a baby,
I held you in my arms...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...
Dreams burning
underneath a chimney...
His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...
She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...
When our heart is sore
emotions are overly tired...
Teetering on the brink.
Effervescent emotions bubble and break...
I’ve gone too far on the road
to remember...
The lights are heading downtown
where Santa sits in a red chair, smiling...
I'm tired
more tired...