The Angels came on a sunny day
to heaven you went...

My life in darkness
it's almost like clockwork...

If I can't paint what my eyes see
write how I feel...

You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...

To you I am forgotten
but I am still here...

Mirror on the wall
no blind spots in the corner...

I can hear the birds sing
see the trees moving...

I've been waiting
patiently sitting back...

Specific colors
painting a beautiful rainbow...

Clouds are hanging low
grey pillows filled with water...

Emotions have a way of taking us for a ride
that is the reason why I keep my pen and tablet...

What has become of me
is a woman dealing with allergies...