Your love is like a rose. With each touch, your thorns make me Bleed.
She is, and will forever be, an eternal victim of her own circumstances.
I turn the page. You turn it back, your hands dirty with old ink. You let go of your future, so you can hold onto the past. I want to dance, but my legs won’t let me. Odourless. The smell of yesterday’s worries. I worried too, not for me, but for you. Worried with songs … Continue reading You Won’t Let Me
Standing on the edge of the dark and cold abyss, I heard you yell.... "Jump!”
The other day I wondered, who you spent Valentine’s Day with? Was it a him? Was it a her? I wondered the other day, was that look for me, or was that look at me? Did I mis-judge your smile? Your stare. That stare, was it in my mind? The other day I wondered, if … Continue reading The Other Day I Wondered
I want to wake every morning, look into your eyes, and have each day be an opportunity to fall in love anew.
My ears may never fall upon you again. And for that, I want to create something that is lasting, perennial. For you, my words have no beginnings, and no endings. They are timeless. If I could, I would leave everything to you. I gave you a song, I give you my words. When I am gone, the words written about me, will be all about you, there will be no question. … Continue reading My Never Ending Poem
She was alone. That's how she started each day, and ended each evening. An empty spot at the dinner table, the empty space in bed, those were her stark reminders. Mother, as she called her, had died some time ago. And, while she desperately tried to hold onto the memories - her childhood, her adulthood … Continue reading The Girl Who Cried Wolf