You don't deserve flairs of color
Or talented splashes on canvas...
Lost in the woods with nowhere to go
Left on my own with thoughts that I know...
Travelling pins,
Red hot and long...
We miss you
Your hands feet and toes your tiny fingers...
Darkness falls, and it's time to be afraid,
Hiding under the covers, in a fortress she made...
There's one thing I hate more than anything else
One thing, that tears me up...
This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...
October was;
the death of fireflies...
Beautiful, white, powder dancing on life
No...
Pretend that you're happy
Convince them you're ok...
The Waiting
Empty days like this...
Little bird with broken wing
Oh how sad the song you sing...