I don't know what's worse
Coming face to face
With the thing you fear most
Or never seeing it
But knowing that it's there

. . .

Spoken words
Have wings
Once they're set free
They're hard to catch
Reason being
We humans
Don't have
wings of our own

Tears
after the light had gone

Love
turned to bitter soil

Death
Came to the garden we grew

Silence
in dreams I still feel you're eyes

Tomorrow
dying memories of what could have

dreams
*Ill see you when I sleep

A butterfly flies
The moons glows
The sun shines
And a flower grows

We grow old like one too
But our children are the seeds
They grow old like we do
Doing their own deeds

It's their choice
To keep the cycle