How long will you sit back Watching a slow dance Wishing It was you out there Always waiting For the next song ‘Cause maybe, just
Category: Poetry & Prose
And Then
Lights are off Candles lit My new favorite song Is playing On the couch My head in your lap A hand on my chest The
Almost, Again
I watch the blood run down my hand Drip from my fingertips, splash on the floor All I can do is think to myself How
The Annoyance of Rhyme Upon Waking
I study what seems The electric In dreams There were two Then three Dancing Bound by screams Tendril to wrist The synapse missed In the
Finally
Of all things You thought this Would break me I remember everything Which led to this My attempts To form a void Within this chaos
Cornfields or Flowers
Do people actually ever run through fields of flowers And if so why? So someone can take their picture, put a nice inspirational quote on
