

It's TimeOut of excuses Finished with lies One last faint hope...?It's Time
I hear no replies
So I turn looking back and nobody asks me
to stay
it's time it's time for me to go
for me to go on &nb


BenevolenceI did not think of my grandmother as benevolent as a child. She was just Grandma. We weren't even that close in the more commonly thought of use of the term. A proper atmosphere always existed in her home -- or anywhere that she was for that matter. I just mostly remember her in her home.Benevolence
There were too many people between us to be close. Grandma had 13 kids and 26 grandchildren. There was a warmth though, that followed the woman. Yes, a dignified warmth. Where I hug and kiss my grandchildren, my Grandmother might offer me a cookie


HindsightHe was gone before he left she felt it coming Clear in hindsight she did sense his interest waning Seeing now through tear soaked eyes that he's just like other guys He, free verse and she was rhyme It was inevitableHindsight


If OnlyBroken on the floor naked to the core Darkness swirls through my soul If only If only you would come back Or never having left Close the doorIf Only
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Broken on the floor naked to the core Darkness swirls through my soul If only If only you would come back or never did you go
Sweet Sorrow

Fragile PlumageThereabouts fragile plumage abounds. Partake of colors the mineral taste supporting. Sour is the one who removes the sword from such staid and restful sleep.Fragile Plumage
On an edge you will stand now, not being able to fall to either side. I pity you in a way.
Forever leary or weary to look at.
If you had just abandon pride and went the easy way, Who would fault you? Not I.
Ifeel the importance of a Sword with a thousand colors swung at the comos. Reaching not.
An answer satisfying.
Slicing to one side hoping the right has been done.


The Lover's Dream.The Lover's Dream
I dreamed you disappeared down shore's long curve, dipped abandoned prints, the jealous waves smoothed by manic curl, and rushed away reminders of the straightness of your stride, I dropped a hand to bar the zealous tide.
And woke to glimpse your flowered dress go by. Blue and velvet pearl, the curtained sun flashed like tears, that fall into a well, from the window of a house, imprisoned by a sandy path, where love each day denied, finds in the folds of sleep, a place to hide.
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