Time, a constant.
Seconds blowing in the winds of yesterday...
You may try to break my heart
But many have beat you to the punch, for my heart...
Looking inside herself
Seeing a clouded transparent soul...
I don't understand how you can smile all day long...
How pictures never change but the people in them...
Tortured and cold, left here alone,
a heart made of gold, replaced by stone...
Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...
All that bangs against my reflection
on the other side of the mirror...
5 years old,
and two inches small...
Failing heart
beats slow and...
You are giving up on me,
I can feel it in my heart...
Wet dream slips into his ears -
legs ajar against the mattress...
To the daughters I lost
I toast to your names...