I don’t know why
I have this feeling to die;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
...
Their was a day she chiseled my heart away;
It turned to dust and scattered away till this day;
It rides the breeze threw the flowers and trees;
Maybe one day, She will decide to gather it all and turn it to clay;
...
As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;
It might fly like a child’s kite,
...