Screams tore through the thickness of the darkened night Her terrified wails weaving a sad song through the village She’d lost her love and her
The beautiful moments we had The memories of us dancing in the rain The number of times we went out The nights we stared at
Today some years back, I fell in love with a woman, A special woman, my Amelia, The woman who made me smile, Who wiped my
Whenever I turn It’s what I crave And in it I find a cave A place I can hide from the troubles Around The world
Dead Rose A butterfly enclosed is not beautifulA rose plucked isn’t beautifulNeither is a soul enslaved The rose is deadLook at the wilted petalsThe decorated
Time was nigh Her pulse nothing short a sledge hammer Seated on that very bed, where Where she knew he’d wend to first His alcohol
Splinters in my butt from sitting on the fence Indecisive of which course to take Of the choices to make Options spread wide as a