Sunday, July 24, 2011

Everything is grey and cold
If your no longer mine
I canot shelter in your warmth
Or take comfort in your eyes
I hate to think of us alone
Mirror images of greif
When no one else can understand
This mourning part of me

I fear that I have fallen deep
Past all of my intentions

While passing time may lift me up
There is no turning back
To the time there was before
You inprinted on my life
My experience has taught me
Your pain is impossible to forget
Carrying with me always the gulit
Of what ifs and maybies

What if who I love the most
Is heatbreak deep and black

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


On my way home...
He didn't understand
It's the journey that's important
but she got off the ride
Been traveling for some time now
Her destination seems vital too