Nostalgia is colorblind
She paints the picture wrong...
How I separate my desperation
from this vapor-like illusion...
Overwhelmed,
overpowered...
Draped in shadows
he wept for the days...
Tick tock says my very annoying grandfather clock,
I yell at it to stay quiet but it just keeps...
Surely knowledge is knowledge,
no matter how that knowledge is acquired...
She stares at her boy friend
like she's analyzing how...
The clock's faithful tick
Splinters the patient silence...
On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...
In the courtroom of justice
young ones rejoice...
Crashing waves upon the shore
never will my eyes see more...
Two very different things that most people get...