Sometimes I have time to write
Within this life there was a time, When on my soul this bitch did dine. She ate my heart with greedy haste, Not a morsel did she waste.
I stand in a dark, dank side street. People running around shouting, others standing and watching, I glance round and see those that watch, with twisted features of despair and hatred.
Little kittens in a basket sat, chewing on words and getting fat. But then came a monster so big, so tall. He'd come to feast on words and simply take them all.
Look into me, I am your creation. You opened my eyes, And helped me to see. You showed me love, You showed me ecstasy. You gave me hope, And made me smile. Brought forth the man, From the child.
Waited for hours, yet it seemed like a day,. Infinitely stretching time away,. I was seeking your haven, where I knew I would be safe,. And the re assurance of better days,.
I have seen the mountains in the glory of the dawn, Seen the sunset in the ocean, serene, profound and calm, I have seen the mighty eagle soaring over the plains, Seen the dry lands of the dessert...
Love is a song. That you sing to me. Love is creation. Wild and free. Love is a dance. That moves within me. Love is the place. Where dreams begin. Love is a bird. On freedoms wings.
For that which I am guilty of let me be my only judge,. For freedom is a sinner dressed in many forms,. And I cannot be justified by words that you behold,.
I m sorry for the laughter. I m sorry for the tears. I m sorry for never talking. I m sorry for never listening. I m sorry for the time I spent with you. I m sorry for the time apart.
With fleet of foot and heavy heart, she left today. That same day an old friend came to stay awhile, I don't know why I let him in. His silent voice is like shards of glass inside my head.