Pure winds
Beautiful prairie

Tall grass
Kissing the dew

Mighty fork
Winding tributary

Escorted by grass, fescue

Aged trees
Standing in groves

Greet the fowl of dawn

Talking bison
Muffled tone

Still awaken the merry prairie dog

Lone rider
Haulin' mail across the plains

Headin' west, for Sacramento

Indian fighter
On plains self-same

Will insure this mailman sees no tomorrow

I hope I never forget this
spring evening
with the
sunset
laughter
and
the wind kissing our faces

I took your word like scripture.

I remember you once said,
“If you mess with the bull, you get the horns.”

If you had just peeked around the corner,
you would have seen me in the next room
with a kitchen knife, preparing for the day

I wanted to make you see red.

This morning
everything is
~-laced-~
with raindrops
and sunlight

I'm not what you need
only what you can use
Long conversations within the night
Touches with passionate kisses
Acceptive of your differences
Playing innocent
The easiest for you
I'm not what you what you want
Only what you're borrowing from the next
Pieces of lost happiness channeling your mind
Tight hugs that tell you a story of what shouldn't be lost
Long walks on the beach to make time go by quicker
I'm never going to be what you need
No sense in lying within a bed of lies to wake up
Convincing yourself that just maybe...ONE DAY....
ONE DAY
He can be the one to fill the empty space
I'm not what you're seeking or speaking of
Sorry
I'll play dumb for myself not you

By: Leory Santana Dawn

My shedded tears cover the earth
coating its green wonders in water
ice,
a word representing demons

ice
like your stare
crystal blue eyes
penetrate my soul
digging deep
reaching in
grabbing what's left of me
in your clenched fist

Ice
cold,
Sliding away
with my heart