windy whirrs, flying birds
darkened lights, clouded nights
whiter snow, seeds that grow
growing sound, world spins round

regret drew a paper thin line
which he couldn’t help but cross.
though, he took plenty of time
so original intentions were lost.
his words were short and stammered
he couldn’t help them if he tried
and his swollen heart quickly hammered
until his tears ran dry

the wind whispered to the
sun, “do you love me?” as
she blew a soft breeze
through the trees,
tickling the rose petals
and soothing the grass.
but the sun remained silent
though, lazily melting away
all that he could.
thus the wind set out
in a rage, crashing against
branches and shattering
the fragile windows
while fat tears rolled
from the sky and
drowned the Earth.
the impatient wind sighed,
waiting for a word from
the sun, who appeared
back in his place, as soon as
the wind stopped her crying.
She smiled and whispered
to the sun, “do you love me?”
as the heat dripped slowly on.

all through the autumn,
she waited for the warm
she sat in dusty candle light
though the cold and hazy storms.
all through the winter,
she waited for the heat
she was buried under pillows
as she hid inside her sheets.
all through the spring time
she waited for the dry
she danced inside her music box
to the raindrops from outside.
and when the summer rolled around,
when the sky shone bright and blue
she scratched her head and rubbed her eyes
not knowing what to do.

stitching and mending
repairing my ending
so I don’t rip at the seams
stitches and stitches
and then the past switches
it shines down like yellow sunbeams

every wrinkle in your forehead
every crease in your hand
has made you the person
I attempt to understand.
every scuff on your shoe and
every stain on your sleeve
has made you the person
I attempt to believe.

a mile a minute
a smile begins it
and before I know it,
I’m off of my feet
then when I am dependent
your smile will end it
and before I know it,
I’m admitting defeat