I am so at ease telling you what you should do
When it comes to myself I haven't a clue...
Once,
I heard you sing...
I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...
You took her soul
left it high and dry...
Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...
I blew smoke rings...
Grab a fork and knife.
Cut off the pieces that she likes...
How can you tell some one you love them when you...
THE MIEN NOT MINE
This face is not mine...
The sunlight cuts through the remaining shadows,
Dawn has now broken, and so goes her repose...
Its so funny how the silence still scares me
Its been years...