Life is just like a book,
In which we all have ours to fill,
With 365 lines in each page.

I have turned over 24 pages,
And have just noticed,
That I have written nothing.

I have seen others,
Fill their pages with words,
And I wish , I could fill mine.

I will hold these few lines,
For in it were the few times,
My ink spilled properly.

He’s on his own planet
I’m content just floating in his atmosphere

When darkness speaks,
It says, the night is ever long;
But comes the dawn.
When speak the seas,
They say the storm is evermore;
But comes the calm.
                                 rc

thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.

I am not
doing so well
...
Little bird.