of tiny ryhme.
Just something sweet
to pass the time.
Paint the sky
with a golden brush
Tie feathers in her hair
What ever path that you seek out
the wind will guide you there
And we crave our names
onto our very own tombstones,
just to be sure
that they get spelled right
My heart only goes,
as far as it may.
But my hands,
search for something
further away.
A few stary soliders,
stand in our midst.
I wonder what
they must think of
this.
I could've been anything.
I could've been anyone.
I didn't want to be you,
But I had to be you.
Is this bitter taste
in my mouth chocolate,
or something draker than this gift?
And I need
a different reason for these feelings,
'cause if I don't laugh
I'll cry.
(Aug 2/11)
Hello,
Good-bye
how time seems to fly.
Good-bye
Hello,
time passes so slow.
And I'd like to shake your hand,
but once won't be enough.
I want you to understand,
all the unsaid stuff.
(Aug 5/11)
Do you feel
like you are drowning,
'cause I feel
like I'm drowing.
(Aug 12/11)
