Liz Anne

Liz Anne Jan 2012

.

Sorrow
smells like
wet concrete.

Happiness
is asphalt in
the heat.

.

Liz Anne Jan 2012

And I do think of you
Even when I know I shouldn't
And sometimes I think
I see you wishing she was me
And maybe its a little late
But we never would've been
Any more than we were
Yesterday

Liz Anne Jan 2012

Grief

I feel you
In the quiet moments
Weighing on my shoulders
Whispering of past mistakes
Foreseeing future regrets
I couldn't see you
Or touch you if I tried
But there you'll stay
Pushing, trying, and tiring
My all too patient mind

Liz Anne Jan 2012

That's Death Too

There is a pile of chopped up birch tree
That's death too
Even if no one notices

There is a brown maple leaf in the intersection
That's death too
Even if no one pauses to let it pass

There's a worm dried up on the side walk
That's death too
Even if everyone stomps on it

There's a quiet lady who's never lived alone
That's death too
Even if they all mourn when she goes

Liz Anne Jan 2012

Means to an End

Alone
Together
Need
Losing grip
Dire
Compassion
I care
Live
Alone

Liz Anne Jan 2012

Passing Storm

It takes a lot to be here
It takes a lot to fly
                                                                          Sometimes I think it’s hardly worth a try
                                                        But then I see the clouds clear

Liz Anne Jan 2012

This is how I’ll make you Smile

How I’ll keep you safe
In the year of icy rain
                                                                                     How I’ll keep you from
                                                                                     Kissing an innocent frog

How I’ll show you that
They don’t own you
                                                                                     How I’ll show you stars
                                                                                     Without all the miles

How I’ll love you with
All your love in mind
                                                                                     How I’ll love you quietly
                                                                                     In that bittersweet style