Tears spilt on an empty page
Born from the frustration of
Not knowing what to write
Or knowing
But not wanting to address
The specific topics that come to mind
Because they are so close
So real
That no matter what I say
They will sting
From the page to the pen
Traveling up my arm to my he...
I sing myself to sleep now
Instead of a tape
or a CD
or an Ipod
It is me that sings myself to sleep
With my tired hands
And calloused fingers
Bearing down on a six string
Old enough to be my twin
And together we make music
My guitar and I
Me with my out of tune
Reliably flat voice
Him w...
Love is not as simple as a
candy filled heart shaped box
unless my soul was the candy apple
to your eye
that fit
into a heart shaped box
and even then it's not simple
it's simply elegant
Love that elegantly dances on your lips, as they smile
Love that elegantly sings in your heart...