Rattle and shake as the wind begins to howl
My building responds with a an army of fight...

Your night is not my day,
your grief is not my relief...

Silence, that pacing around and filling the void,
Everything more intense, peering into dark...

Sometimes I walk mind completely somewhere else,
Other times walk, eye taking in every detail...

Your turmoil within is happening
It is making you sad, twisting throat...

Underneath my apple tree can sit in reverie
Dusk so soft and pink, with hues of deeper blue...

Opening new doors
Not sure if I can do this anymore...

I cannot believe how I could have been so naive
Fell for sweet traps of words now sharp like...

Once shy but now never forgotten
He will bend me and mend me rotten...

Confused.com, my middle name
Every day it is the same...

Is it wrong to want to care less
About the world, just worry about my own...

Foot steps in the snow, follow the path of tiny...
They wiggle and squiggle all over the place...