I write about what touches my heart.
Rain drops, cool and refreshing on my skin, As I breathe out my last breath from within, Glancing at night skies, wind blowing gentle against me, Feeling of serenity, escaping, free.
Chasing fire flies, dancing in the sky, Trying to catch them, as the pass by, Warm rain on your shoulders, diamond drops of dew, Colours of the rainbow, glowing towards you.
On a summer's Sunday, gone off to fish, Mother's favourite past time, her only wish, With the Honey Monster close by with a landing net, Those fish won't get away, don't you fret.
Toffee is a kind of treat, orange, creamy and gorgeous to the taste, I named my pup the same because he's just as sweet, any other name would be a waste.
Thunder that drowned out the voices of those that desperately tried to help me, Lightning that blinded my sight of friends and kept me from being free, Bitter cold wind that bruised my skin and...