Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...
Storms faced as a child
I'd count the seconds between...
The word tattooed on my skin
A reminder of how naive I can be...
It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...
Emotions are volatile
Mobile as peas on a child's plate...
I hate this facade I'm forced to wear
In reality I'm lost and in despair...
A flurry of golden hay,
Falls to the ground...
Spirited, vibrant rainbow
was the soul that bathed...
Darkness is filling space in my mind.
Wishing to fill it with love...
Darkness falling down,
tempting oblivion from within...
In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...
Heart-Shaped kisses blown my way
Smooth talker full of charm...