I lock out
All the hurtful things...

Soaring high
Above the sky...

The sun sets
From east to west...

When you hold
A golden flower...

Pride and murder
A lion is full of sin...

Walking through
The dewy green...

Lashing out
Slapping away...

A lonely shell
A long way from home...

I carry these balloons
And hold them high...

***This poem was inspired this morning. I was on...
I saw you there...

Celebrate this endless love
Throw confetti in the air...

He loved her
With all of his heart...