My fingers,
Recognizing the
Softness.
Of your touch.

Roses in full bloom
As shining as solid gold.
My arms outstretch to reach for you...

I open my eyes and your not there.
The magic disappears and I am alone.

know this, my child:
the things that burn your eyes
will also burn your soul.

Three months of me,
Stealing your razor blades,
From your pencil case,
Because blood,
Doesn't stain sheets,

Not on my watch.

Songs are
in my head twenty-
four -seven
Guess I thought
I could build my
own heaven

time goes by and soon
the colors and wonders begin to
fade and life begins to fall,
the sparkle that she carried,
has drifted far away
the world so harmful and unsafe.

The rain pounds on
as though to carry some of you
to me
but everything gets confused
when we hit the ground.

I don't regret anything,
Well except lying to myself,
There's that....