She walks with flowers in her hair A pink ribbon holds her dress in place She has no belt She’s never needed one She walks alone Side by side with her self Sometimes it’s harder to face yourself than it is to face your. self. Life is a highway The body is the car When…
There are times Where all I want All I need are You Drifting from consciousness Wandering of thought I imagine where you are and what we could be There are moments Fleeting at best Trying to remember Who and Why Where are you? Why can’t I find you? Even in my dreams your light escapes…
A silver men’s watch rested on her wrist Like her soul it was broken long ago It was worn as a reminder of her past She has no need for time She’s never in a hurry The world stands still and marvels at her as she dances by herself With her selves Many forgotten memories…
Gale force winds blow the trees I’m surrounded by the sounds of gods The river runs swift and the white caps rise quickly Neither the Wind or the River hold on My heart is a collection of memories Both good and bad Drifting in and out of love it survives sorted forms of alienation from…
