Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...
A ghost is not a person,
but a space...
Graceful creatures
entice my skin...
Time is flying quickly,
faster than I can cope with...
I decided I would appreciate
as much as I could for my last day alive...
Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
Deep in the desert, dead and cast away
Where innocence is buried, in sand...
If God was not right here by my side
Evil and sin would keep me bound and tied...
Sitting on the top of a dry riverbed
is a rock in a parched valley...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
If I could go back in time
and change that river's course...
Recipe for drama.
A word, a look...