Oh, I recall you most of all.
The sun, the heat, the feeling in our hearts.

Who would I be now
if I did that when

let me find a pen
and think of when

what measure a man
but the sum of his choices squared

what life we wear
is our choices striped bare

can you spare
a morality pair

bend to break
but never ever bend to lose shape

shattered pieces can be mended
thus it is as creation intended

but remember stray too far
away from your centering star

and you might lose your compunction
for form and function

some roads are only one way trips
and its never wise to book passage on a sinking ship

so go right go left
break good break bad but stay in step

Who would I be now
if I did that when?

We are the women that bleed prufiously unto our dresses in the form of tears
The women that disturb the winds with their feral screams
The same women you love, yet deny

I can almost hear
The hot sun on my skin.
Cold ice on my lips.
Watching my legs sway back and forth.


The whole world's upside down.
Holding that sight,
I can see birds in their nest.
Singing along with the wind.


Sweat.
Sunglasses.
And Sun Burns.


Oh the sweet summer days.
Bringing me back to the good o'l days.

If only his hatred
Was as transient
As her love
His rage burns with passion
Yet all her love
Is lost.