I don't know what to feel
I can't tell what's real...
I smell it in your expression,
I taste it in your body language...
Harbors beckon to me,
My being aches with...
Months pass,
Creating Years...
Crying her eyes out,
the girl in the ripped dress...
Rising sun, brand new day.
Thoughts of hope, maybe even joy...
I look in the mirror
What do I see...
Have you ever reached the point to where you can't...
When you just want to end it all...
I think the woman is something far too resentful...
The poet is proud like a peacock, she knows she's...
You held me in your arms.
Time stood still...
Like rain tumbling gently from the sky
My tears drop sweetly to the sink below...
It doesn't matter how much cinnamon
I sprinkle in the folds of your smile...