Hiding behind a tough facade
Humor getting you through...

He stood staring
Hearing the echo of their words...

She sat quietly pen in hand,
gazing out at the rain, waiting for it to speak...

Fingertips covered in ivory lace
reached for his hand , bronzed by the sun...

To the low life drug dealer
Who sells on the block...

To the self righteous ones
From your pedestal so high...

Reflection, mirage of the heart
Betrayal held within your eyes...

Written for a club challenge...finish this nursery...
Little Miss Muffet...

Inspired by,
The heart of a child searching for love...

Amarilla
Amarilla, to the garden...

Sweet, sensual, loves embrace
Tender kisses upon thy bed...

Keep Walking
Dirt was dry and brown...