still--
like open wings, unfluttered
delicate, simple, elegant
similar to security, unfaithful
motionless....
what would you think?
if the world at this time froze
like the rose petals that curl and turn black
fall towards a never-ended hole of despair
cold, dark, light,
feverish shades of reddened flair
to hear one's own houls,
never once.

called out
useless,
Still.

I Am A Survivor--
Survivng a Broken heart--
A Broken soul,
But he doesn't know me very well,
So his false thoughts of Me--
Can go straight to HELL.

I Am A Survivor--
Of a true sense of Love,
To Feel flight And fancy,
The flicker of flames,
He will always remain the same--
I Will Forever Change.
I may have Bits and Pieces,
Time is healing these wounds,
For I feel like Learning--
Learning about Forgiving--
To only Be the Survivor,
Of loving to long a day with you.

I Am A Survivor--
Even though time for "US" is through.