an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...
Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...
bleeding emotions isn’t my fort
but sometimes these wounds of mine...
I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...
Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...
well, it is what it is, isn’t it?
The time has come yet again...
The lilting whisper of the sea and darkness,
the sand...
I left the cage open that the bird might come back
but the bird has never come back...
We hide in others
when the others are not the...
To go furthest from
the subject of your hate would...
No one runs the show
the truth is that the show is...
Do not fence yourself
from others criticism, fence...