When I first saw you,
I was a caged songbird...
Unspoken heartbreak
written in the stars...
False dreams
whisper death...
When the pain is true
the pens go dry...
Wolves Howl.......
And poor Cheyenne is yet staring at the empty bowl...
Find her a new beginning.
Give her another story and tear this one up...
What pain loss can be- it's an open cut,
But not painful until the wound is poked...
Taking a deep breath
I get ready to face another day...
As I sat there in English class, I
stared at the girl next to me...
It's 9 a.m and you are there.
In the cup of coffee I bring to my mouth that...
Masked in alabaster pale and hallow
we look in ways that shatter superstition...
I wonder sometimes..
what if God doesn't exsist...