18th November, 2012.
Brown...
I fell hard as lightning striking
through cottonfields, fighting like...
. sometimes it was love,
sometimes it was hate...
I still don't know
who you are or if you are...
Here I am again,
Tainted in red that sinks into my skin...
Sometimes words lose their charm
when emotions swirl around the soul...
I am not split
when I feel that...
Another "bad" idea
shuffling in my head...
I heard the
Gossip Bird...
Can you help me take off the clothes of the day
and dishevel the night...
There are songs for the damaged,
women flock like birds to sing...
Where Did the Words Go?
As I turned the page, the letters fizzled away...