A failed life
and a cheek-pinch
are quite alike,
they both hurt.
There is nothing,
no, there's nothing quite alike the rain at night,
maybe a gaze into the stranger's window,
along with a nod in sight,
and the stars up there nodding in agreement,
yet nothing like this rain tonight.
Fresh air inspires
dark wooden walls
deep in the woods
there in the only corner brightened by the
memory of a morning sun -
coffee on the sidetable
by the opened door
the forest air flowing in
Paint with words.
Keep an eye out as the spring will be coming in.
I often already remember things in the future
with the nostalgia I know I'm bound to feel.
was there really ever a clue
how to stand
or get through?
I enjoy the breeze I'm given and the soul I was given to enjoy it with
Each night is good for reliving
the inside wrath over again
just as each day is good for
dying without pain
I'd look for it at all the same old places
but again, I've got stars in my sight.
FIRST words always come so fast and easy, but they're the last ones that make all the difference.