When The Tears Fell
When the tears fell the first time
I wiped them as soon as they touched my cheeks
When they fell again
I wasn’t as quick to tend to the tears
Like That Light Morning
There's not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
Talking Walls
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.
Gone and Departed
Hearts shed people throughout life-
like broken angels crossing time-
in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Bottom Of The Well
Feeling now only total defeatI cannot bear to face the lighta dark place in my mind is where I retreatonce I stood tall, with confidence and might.