Marcy
As I peer out through the window, To watch rain falling in waves, All I see is a cemetery, That holds only unmarked graves, I wonder if I’m among them,
I miss the smell of fresh cut gras… I miss a smile now long gone, I m… I miss a puppy on a porch, I miss… I miss the faint smell of pears,… I miss caressing long dark hair,…
I read your letters once again;rev… Even though every day;I wish you’… To see your smile for a moment;is… To temporarily kill this pain;on w… Can memory sustain;a heart no long…
He searches, for, a key, to the lo… Weather and time, have, exacted a… Will, this monster, locked inside;… As, the blood, flows, from, his wo… The chains, amassed, through the y…
A long, winding road, with no begi… The final destination, a fate, you… Will it be, a perfect road, you kn… Because, there always, is a cost,… As you walk, that lonely road, won…
It seems there are periods of time… When heart and mind live in the da… As all of this time needing you, Leaves it’s telltale marks, The only ray of sunshine,
Are you comfortable, in, the dark;… Because, in the, darkness, people,… Darkness, can be, your closest, fr… Cloaking, them, with the absence,… Do you, dread, the coming dawn, as…
Through, my life, I’ve caused, pa… Yet all, the things, I’ve seen an… Along the way, things, came and we… While, I hold, a single rose;to m… It seems, through, this lonely lif…
Is there some way that we can live… In both the present and the past, And if we could, does that mean, The future’s a shadow cast, Yet can all three somehow be found…
Raindrops fall in blowing waves, As the puddles grow in size, The culmination of the heaven’s pa… Tears that flow from eyes, The falling rain brings to mind,
Sometimes things move so fast, There’s no time to look around, With the pace we seem to miss, All the things we found, The heart holds out a memory,
For the first time in a couple yea… I finally saw your face, Familiar feelings flooded in, Memories still in place, The heart felt like it grew in siz…
Through the pain of loneliness, And through the pain of loss, With the inability to grieve, Is the self somehow the cost, If we cry out in the night,
As the shadows grow longer, And it turns to a later hour, The sun’s rays seem to spotlight, A solitary flower, Maybe even just a weed,
Smiles and laughter emanate from y… A quality hard to find, It seems some smiles become withdr… Because of clutter on our minds, And when we finally stop and look,
