I Don’t Think You Understand
Don’t think you understand that I wanna care Don’t think you understand I’m on the edge of the bridge I’m on the precipice I don’t think you understand that I don’t wanna fall I’m one
Eye of the Beholder
Our eyes are the windows to the soul. Our eyes are a connection of nerve endings connected to our brain which is then translated into what we “see.” Our eyes are beautiful, blue, green, brown,
Wings of a (Fallen) Angel
In the fables In the tales Their beauty unsurpassed Ivory feathers serve as wings Gliding higher Surveying our earth beneath How we longed to fly Not merely gliding But soaring towards heavens above Oh, but
Running in Wonderland
Deep in slumber I fall… Down Alice’s rabbit hole Thru the looking glass I’ve taken a potion or two To get thru the day Now the mirror is shattered Seven years of bad luck and
Stars
It’s 2 o’clock In the morning. Thump. Thump. Thump. Goes my heart. I inhale sharply No breath reaches inside Burning ache fills my chest Air is replaced with tears They drown me from
Blind Man
You’re a blind man Struggling to find your way In a world full of darkness In your ear you hear her siren song But my dearest She is terribly off key Listen as you ought
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
Failure
Losing time As we lose patience Crying out in frustration Here we go, down our rabbit hole Time to run, but our legs fail I can see down the darkened path Ever knowing the the
Life of the Experience
the life of the experience subdued in its passionate shadow of its yesterday raging, searing tears cascading as the experience is rushed for irrelevant frivolties of the mortal realm it’s already going by at the
Hello Lover
Hello Lover I got your letter in the post Seems to be that time of year again when the sins of summer pass the warmth never seems to last in answer to your question dear