Marcy
All our lives we put together, a p… Pieces large and pieces small, tho… The picture at times is unclear, y… Yet if a piece is taken or lost, l… As we struggle with the borders, o…
A solitary figure; stands watch ov… Escaping from the daytime;now unco… He stands silently waiting; for th… The part that’s now missing;a part… He silently stands watch; waiting…
When a star falls from the heavens… Does it leave any sort of trace, Is dust deposited by it’s trail, Or is it gone from every place, With it’s singular beauty,
What if the only way you have, To tell someone you care, Is to write the words on paper, And throw them in the air, The words live in the mind,
I know, events, sometimes are;diff… But, puzzles, exist, everywhere;ev… Life, it seems, is never fair;but… When, you let things, pile up;reme… Each day, I, can only hope;you’re…
I could say, I’m sorry, and thoug… That, won’t give me back, the mome… I wait, for the phone, to ring, to… And dream of her, in my arms, as o… A cup of coffee, brings a tear, it…
Splashes of green begin to adorn t… Spring arrives, though somewhat la… The browns and grays will slowly f… As the flowers approach their fate… Their colorful beauty for all to s…
Honestly, I am not cold, though s… Sitting here, all alone, no sound,… A silent scene, devoid, of sound,… Hoping to, anchor love, with silen… As the breeze, chills, these bones…
There are times I tell myself, That I don’t miss your smile, Yet every day the mirror speaks, Believe that lie awhile, Every day I tell myself,
A myriad of emotion, is replayed… As fond memory comes alive, eyes c… Can a dream become a nightmare, wh… Is she inside the nightly dream, t… They say dreams are those desires,…
The calloused hands of the past, Through events construct a man, A metal heart pumps his blood, While the past controls his hand, It seems his skin is made of steel…
There are those times when silence… When you long for any sound, Times when just a teardrop, Becomes the only noise you found, I see there’s something happening,
What is left if all seems gone, Should we hang our heads and cry, Should we consult our mirror, To see what lives inside the eyes, If we hold the question what went…
A swirling darkness engulfs the so… Doing its best to destroy the hear… But in the darkness there is a lig… Though dim, it had a start, Can you feel the tortured beat,
Midnight holds me in his hand;it s… And even if our lips seem to move;… I hear the music of your voice;I… I stroke your long jet black hair;… Midnight may be the witching hour;…
