It was how he changed that felt scary, The crave made him carve, His words mirrored his mind, Dark,full of desire, He wanted more and
The fork made a clatter as it hit the tiled floor, A steak whizzed past, missing me with an inch, My sister banged her fist
I watched him grow apart, He called it time for mediation, But his phone was his distraction, Slowly his phone was his empire, He was
Never see my flaw Or make me feel low Always embrace me to grow Not like a balloon only to blow Always strengthen my weakness
Mama, don’t look for you might cry I never meant for this, I only hoped for peace I know you said it wasn’t the time,
Hey mister Chris, Were you not planning to be a catechist? But what happened when you went to meet the priest? I thought you were
Sitting by the old oak tree, in a withered rocking chair, The cold wind blowing steadily, The sun setting in the horizon, Squirrels squeaking, birds
When I needed a distraction, you were there, When my mind was clouded, I had a scene to watch, They call it a scene of
Dear love If I had a flower Of every thought of you on a tower I would be walking in a garden forever Having a