She knows
what is to come...
my words, are my tears
that I rather you not see...
Today I caught my mind as it was
thinking of the past...
Another year born
without you...
Every new year we
plant a golden tree of hope...
My ship is sailing, in a endless starlit night..
Black clouds on the horizons, giving me a fright...
Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears...
Unique ice crystal
forms intricate lattice effect...
Grieving steam from the bathtub flies
Under its mask none sees, none tries...
Learning something new every day
is not necessarily a good thing...
I'll light the way if you ask me to,
But don't get too close my dear...
I think if God was a woman, I would love her...
the concept of having a...