She had a clear wind sheltered loveliness, Like pale streams winding, Through fair green hills withdrawn. Dawn, Was her lifting fancy, but her heart was cherry blossoms the color of quietness, And shade in the afternoon.
when i was a child my father never checked the closet i never asked him too i knew what was hiding there the secrecy and the skeletons i lay to rest i kept it shut tightly locked and sealed like my mouth never open long enough for anyone to know what was going on inside not even a locksmith could pry open my closet doors
I am like the Earth. I mold easily so that you may enjoy the fruits of my soil and live upon my flaking surface. But my love, you are killing me with all you take and the little in which you are willing to give so that we both may live.
An excerpt from a journal entry on 9/23/2020. In the title "LIKE THE" are presented in all uppercase while "earth" is presented in lowercase accentuating how we continuously place value on the wrong things (or words) in life. Enjoy.
lord i am a lonely candle with my flame burning in the wind look at me lord look deep inside my heart please look at me again lord look at me in the springtime look at all of the songbirds with wings now look at me within surly i feel your frosty wind