Proof Unsaid
The proof...the roof
highest apocalypse.
the truth...uncouth
the silence's lowly pace ,
shimmering...what needs
to be unsaid, undone ..
Over Blueberry Mountains And Strawberry Hills
A lady who dreams of taking the step out the big wooden door. She doesn't have anything in particular to live for. For ten years she has slept under the same dull stars.
Life Will Go On
The turquoise ocean crashing beyond her eyes. The tangerine sunset waiting to arise. The warm yellow sun, impossible to despise, she was out of her hell, and into paridise.
Within
I can see within my mind. A way for us to leave behind. The stench decay and daily grind. Come with me and stand on ledge. Tiptoe gently to the edge. Take the leap, a solemn pledge.