it's 6:56am and I can't stop thinking
about the way you held me
at 6:56am on January 25th
and how complete I felt
with your arms around
me and my heart
in your hands

but now it's 6:58am
and I can't stop thinking
about the way you crushed
my heart on March 4th
and how lost I felt with
no arms around me
and my heart still
in your hands
S.W

If someone offered you a burnt rose you would scrunch your nose up for sure

It would be frail,weak and lack so much allure

It would be black and crumble between your fingers

You would cringe and the hurt would linger

Who wants a burnt rose lost of colour or a pleasurable sight

No one,you give someone that out of sheer spite

So I ask again,who wants a burnt rose that will crumple with the wind?

That the bees stray away from and the birds refuse to sing.

Mother nature forgot that rose as fire consumed it

Everyone forgot as the rose swiftly lit.

I’ve made mistakes
I’ve crossed lines
Not all wounds
Heal with time.

I’ve drifted away from myself and my own,
I’ve gone off the deep end, left my own home.
I’ve reasoned with winters that promised a summer,
For a single soul I sacrificed others.  

Lost in the woods, I saw my reflection,
Seeking answers, I found more questions,
I breathed so deeply I lost all my senses,
My mind only thinks in perfect past tenses.

The fish in the sea, the birds of the Earth,
Your lies and your sins, what’s an apology worth?
You can replace the tiles and you can fix the walls,
But in the end, Babylon falls.

I can not sing songs, but I do
I used to not write, but who knew
So I sing and I write
And I do both every night
I can not sing songs, but I do

My voice is not good, but so what
It's the only **** voice that I've got
I sing what I know
I sing high and sing lo
My voice is not good, but so what?

I wish I wrote songs, but I can't
My poems mostly rhyme, and some rant
I can not write songs
But, I'll write all day long
I wish I wrote songs, but I can't

I can not play music, I just write
I don't write real deep, only light
I wish I could play
But, I can't so I say
I can not play music, I just write

I'm glad that you like what I share
I can't sing a song, but who cares
I'll feel like a ****
But, next stop....youtube
I hope you drop by...once I'm there!!!