Dashes as same as the midnight bird! It doesn't stay long, Yet keeps you awake But it come and goes, And leave you running after it, Because we can never be on time.
. . i live with myself in the same house under the same roof. I changed the locks on the doors then shut me out and kept me closed in by throwing out the keys
Oopsie daisy I get a little clumsy when it comes to love it gets a little crazy I slip and trip I flip and stall I blunder the kiss and stutter and all but if all you ever utter is this “I love YOU” just hold me please
Sitting on the side of the eclipse we’re hanging off it’s edge I’m thinking of you too dangling off your ledge I’ll be counting to number three and then, I will let go So I can catch you if you fall if you count on me and follow
Some poems are written with pen and paper in the light of day.
Other poems are written on my soul when the night is so thick no light will pierce it.
They all come from the same place and must be written either easily or through hard labor with trembling and tears ink the color of blood waiting for dawn to reveal what was written the night before.
Often I am scared to look and fold it away to look at another day when I am feeling stronger.