In words forgotten
By those who knew
What it was like to dream
What it is like to bleed
Be gentle with yourself
Here in this world
Where quick silver tounges
And pretty eyes
Rule
Be gentle with yourself
A distant ships blare
Is no more than a morning cry
For those who lived
And never tried
Be gentle with your self
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
You have seen it.
The bridge.
It is not a long bridge.
Not far.
Not old.
Not new.
It lays here in soft sunset
It is the way
The only way
US to the stars
Now to then
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
Everywhere I look I see
Broken pieces just like me
Hold your head up
Try to act whole
Everywhere I look I find
Pieces breaking off all the time
hold your head up
Try to act like
You are not
alone
No I didn't know where to
Start broken pieces built
my heart
glued together broken
pieces
finally built a
home
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC