People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
A secret life
hidden away...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...