"Minding my own
making it rhyme..".

                Coming back?
         don't even know
      haven't heard
      can't be sure
   of anything
anymore

"It's all coming out,
there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time."

even now
   while the sun sets into this chilly November evening  
      I can hear a song  
         and into the dark starry night
it warms my heart
    memories set loose
       and the ones I keep to myself.

"Nothing held back
I got nothing to say"

I sit alone
on that porch swing
swinging in the dark
hearing nothing but wind
rushing  by
moving through bare
branches.

"Let it roll off my shoulders
puts less on your mind and it's easy that way."

coming back?
     i don't know
from here I
      can't be sure,

"I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall..."

no human voice
no radio
no tv
just that old record in my mind
wind through bare branches

"my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl."

just as well
liking silence
never mind
it's okay....
it's silence
I need
in my heart
    
"distracted it's true
idle chatter won't do"

the matter of me
the matter of us
the matter of time
never mind me
just wait
and see

i don't know

"better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet with you."

She is a mess.
Her soul is dispatched and scarred.
Her heart is overused.
Her life is a ruined ruins.
Her mind is full of scattered thoughts.
Her eyes sparkle with pain.
Her lips ache for the unsaid words.
Her hands craves for touch.
Her body longs for someone who drifted away from her.
She just wanted to explore the world but she cannot do that. She must explore her mind, arrange all thoughts and dispose what’s needed. If only there’s a navigation bar inside her head, she surely gonna put most thoughts to recycle, and reduce. She always felt guilty for the things she didn’t do or maybe unconsciously did. She’s always afraid of the role of every person she meets in her life. She never really cared about anyone, she just wanted to be happy, accepting what’s needed. She never really thought that once she fell in love, she never thought it would be so hard. She unconsciously fall to the stupid tricks of love and now, she is changed.
She is used.
She is scarred.
She stopped being happy, for love took it. She got tired of chasing happiness and now became her own pain.