Four women in a school thick with children
chat over their ripening stomachs about...
Midnight scribbles
of blue moon's muse...
I have travelled back in time
the hypochondriac world...
A sort of emptiness took
over me when you said...
Your lips are candy coated hell,
made with all of the best ingredients...
Today, my feelings rise and fall,
like waves they toss and turn...
Reading through our past makes me smile,
and memories flash across my mind...
Silently sitting, staring into the void
shards of yesterday flash the mind...
How can you say you love me
and hold her in your arms...
Sitting here with a bottle in my hand, wondering...
These thoughts of you are crowding my mind, and...
The forecast is predicting thunderstorms.
but the rain had started long ago...
He loves me, he loves me not
Did he love me? Or was it a thought...