The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...

She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...

Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...

She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...

She called me Red -
When the world collapsed...

A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...

I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...

Let me fly
Amongst my birds...

I -
A foolish poet...

A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...