How is it that forks in the road
Are decisions that cut like a knife?
No matter what route we go
The choice may not be right.

Broken hearts can mend
Memories will fade and decend
Trust can never be regained
And their scars remain on skin

My inner screams echo through my empty heart
Bouncing around no end no start
Will this deafening sound ever end
I guess it will when I'm finally dead.

When the summer warmth cools by day
And the tan of skin starts to fade
When the nights start to chill
And the rain starts at will

When trees  start to shed their leaves
As though they cry golden tears
And the dawn wakes a little later
The nights draw close as we come into winter

Ice upon our window sills
Birds don't sing , it is quiet and still
That nip in the air as you look to the sky
And you can't believe that summer just flew by

Out comes gloves and scarfs and coats
As summers sweet kisses turn cold
You feel the chill upon your spine
When you finally accept its wintertime

Sometimes the purist souls
Are the ones who always get hurt


Stay strong A.M. ❤

Drops of rain that forms a puddle
Watching them drop in a splish splash muddle
Or feeling sun against your face
And amber dusks after hazy days

Soft kitten purrs, cuddles and love
Laying on grass, looking at clouds above
The taste of summer still on your lips
Paddling in the sea, as water reached your hips

Watching the sunset and the skies go black
The moon appears and lights up the dark
The sweet kisses of your beloveds mouth
Scent of skin in which you can drown

All memories of our yester years
Remembering with smiles and some with tears
Some small some fully blown
But every one our very own.

A poet can ****** you with a single word
..
............ Or cut you in half with a poisioned tongue