Born but ready to die
Created through emotions...
Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...
exhausted with the expectations
leave me barefoot in heavy snow...
Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...
We all have a speck of anger in us,
which comes in different degrees...
I don't mean to slaughter,
but to pass; definitely a bit...
It’s okay. You don’t have to say another...
*another song of sorts, written in prose...
I always have a notebook and pen
tucked into my back pocket...
as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...
In the mirror
a place time forgot...
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in...
the wind stirs again,
coveting lands that have...