Eyes gazing but not looking
Dimples holding a half stitched smile...
There were galaxies in her eyes because
When she hung herself from the old tree...
Empty little vessel
Sad twisted little thing...
A lot, I have written for you,
but these lines would be the last few...
I can't believe...
A year has gone by...
Under a pile of grief,
anger sits without a voice...
Bright red ink
Dancing across the page...
Oh, Beautiful Stranger...
Standing outside the door...
I used to taste the familiarity
of your voice, and the warmth...
"You can find anything beautiful
but not the one in the mirror."...
Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky...
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...