How a question in a jar, That envelopes stars Has given way, To scars.


How a question in a jar, That envelopes stars Has given way, To scars.

The what that I will Believe For you.

Happening in the open, Of empty chance Is the conversations, Of millions Heard by one alone, In the happenstance.

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“Believe me I’m smiling” She had said But oh, What was going on In her head.

Not to be a rescue, I followed out the door To the Avalanche Where I could stop, And think about […]

One time, I ran from myself For so long, I forgot who I was running from, And who I was […]

Gusts of self expression, Have turned myself Around. But if you were to ask, Have I yet been Found? My […]

The most honest news, I ever read Was without a word, And all it said Was give my money, To […]

Getting the dire, To be exalted Do so without, A care.