I see blue sky's...
I see green grass...
If this, my pen,
could rightly scratch the surface...
I think back to the days blood drained from my...
i stare at the past with a sinking feeling in my...
The Masquerade,
A mask parade...
I eat my words,
Strewn on paper...
West Texas Sky
The west Texas sky has...
You lay pressed between pages of black and white,
Moulding into the shape and shade you wished for...
I know who i am
I'm a girl that doesn't likes pink...
Remember when...
you could go to a neighbor's house and ask to play...
One chap loved the external grace;
While the other loved the interior...
Behind every wound is a story,
whether remembered with shame or glory...
I dreamt once
Of bigger things...