Someone has told me
it's my time for happiness...
Years of therapy
helped me realise that only...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...
My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...
You know I love you son,
But look what you've become...
My Airwalks are the color of a cotton candy sky...
I'm sitting on a scuffed black leather couch in a...
Tonight,
on my way back to Paris...
I collect dimples and cracked smiles
so my pockets remain full of sunlight...
It seems that the unborn
whom passed before birth...
And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...
In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...
You can never be a tempest,
You won't even be a storm...