Fleeting
Your voice, so cold I cannot hear for the wind Echoes so distant Yet I remember our sin Whispers in my path Warnings Cautions I cannot say I was not told to guard myself Along
Burn
On a cold December day I awaken to a smile I was told good morning beautiful As the tapestry is woven, you trap me in along the way Clandestine meeting for the first time Nervous,
Making A Mess.
Messes. We make them. We clean them up. Hell, some of us are messes. I have a point of utter frustration I do not understand. I would dearly love too, but cannot, despite my best
Unrequited.
When you have bipolar disorder, love can take become an inferno that eventually engulfs its victims. Each party is left with scars and memories. Some love stories are not happily ever after. They are the
Ev’ry Time
Even when I’m asleep Part of my mind stays awake Just to dream of you Its that subconscious Unconscious, dedication That kills me ev’ry time You’re so damn exhausting I’d love to walk away But