My words are but a shooting star
To be seen in all its glory
But as shooting stars fade in an instant
So do my words to be read once
Then fade into obscurity

March feels wintry
On the first day of spring
I am an abductee.

Hades' hunger for sexuality
His underworld queen
Pomegranate seeds

When spring isn't spring
And the grass isn't green
I am Persephone

I had a little Sorrow,
  Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
  And shut us all within;
And, “Little Sorrow, weep,” said I,
“And, Little Sin, pray God to die,
And I upon the floor will lie
  And think how bad I’ve been!”

Alas for pious planning—
  It mattered not a whit!
As far as gloom went in that room,
  The lamp might have been lit!
My little Sorrow would not weep,
My little Sin would go to sleep—
To save my soul I could not keep
  My graceless mind on it!

So up I got in anger,
  And took a book I had,

And put a ribbon on my hair
  To please a passing lad.

And, “One thing there’s no getting by—
I’ve been a wicked girl,” said I;
“But if I can’t be sorry, why,
  I might as well be glad!”

We grew into adults together
And there were so many days
Filled with love and laughter
Held in our sunshines rays

We grew into parents together
Not knowing the joy it would
Bring to our young baby selves
To give them everything we could

We grew into pensioners together
After all the long and lovely years
Still the light we  needed and loved
Forever there through our fears

We grew to know each other together
Understanding with just one look
Always putting the other one first
We gave much more than we ever took

My broken heart,
your hands breaking.
The dark depths of my mind,
your hope sinking.
My reckless love
And your constant flinching...away

I'm supposed to be the one with the torn apart soul.
But you're the one who's all hands and no hold.

You like my head on your chest and your hand on my thigh
But when I speak of love,
all of a sudden you're shy.

You're all promise but no keep
And I'm all love and no sleep