The sky looks great When the sun is up And the clouds are late Spilling bright threads Doing crochet patterns along the vast blue Slowly, curling back into a ball of white Swathing the sun In rose gold silks
i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
I invented My love for you Out of leftover pieces And broken parts Yep... I just gathered them up In my empty hands And shaped them into An accepting heart! Still... I wish I would have loved you From the very start!
Sweeping the steps Dealing with death Making it a normal day Thinking it won't be Thinking of the hurt Sweeping the steps Deep in memories Make it go away Let me have her back Make it a normal day