(2015)
Step after step I march forward. Eyes wandering the icy horizon. As I search for answers to what i… I only hope to keep fighting. Hard work and dedication has gotte…
It’s time for me to go, I need a… After all of the things that I ha… And now to a job with money to pay… For the things that I want, busy… It’s better than home but not quit…
Silence, As I walk this lonely road. Silence, Unable to find my strengths. Silence,
Reliving the pain I had once felt It has brought me to a thought in… How do I ensure that he will be o… If there is a day when I must go… I don’t know what to do
I feel a way I have never felt be… More passionate and loving than th… I am content with who I am with y… I am shadowed from my past. You comfort me when I need none
A porcelain skinned girl A long blonde cloak And a mirror reflecting her blue. A tale to tell Amongst her face
The leaves fall to the floor In shades of yellow and orange. A crisp winter breeze The distinct smell of fall. I turn to my left
Things have never felt so right be… Sitting here in the front seat of… Watching your beautiful green eyes… Wrapping my frozen fingers up in y… Embracing in a blissful, calming k…
Most normal people can dream good… I guess that makes me abnormal. For I haven’t dreamt a good dream… Left to question my own moral. When it starts out good it falls a…
There he is; The one who awaits He who watches as you slowly give… As you suddenly let go, Staring back at you is not who you…
Enduring the pain of heartbreak I walked into my room. Head throbbing, chest bleeding, te… I closed my door and turned, stepp… There he was; sitting in my chair
I fear mediocrity. I fear dishonor. I fear disbelief. I fear loss. I have found what can only be desc…
As the wind whispers a hypothermic… I lay on the solid ground And observe the beauty of my froze… The icicles that fall from the bra… No leaves to portray their beauty,…
I walk this road in silence, In fear of what will happen. Wondering when I will be normal Because I’m not normal at all. I ask why I must be like this,
A sullen voice whispers A hint of whiskey coats your breat… “Come to me,” you cry. “Make me forget what has come...” Death tickles the tips of our toes