Changing Seasons

Daylight comes.

Nighttime stays.

Bright blue skies

And cloudy days.

Touch of raindrop,

Sunshine sweet.

Silver snowflakes,

Pouring sleet.

Heart of silver,

Precious tears.

Changing of seasons,

Throughout the years.

spider web tale

weave for me a
pretty spider web tale
and I’ll listen to
every word

share with me

the delightful secrets
of the universe and
what lies beyond
 
unlock the untold
mysteries and show
me the answers to
all life’s questions
 
paint my name in
the midnight sky
and take my hand
so I can fly

Don't touch my life

What makes you think
that you’re entitled to be
a part of my life?
 
Is it that
we’ve known
each other
for so long,
been so close,
and you just
can’t let it go?

Are you still

grasping onto
the false hope
that maybe we’ll
reclaim what you
thought we once had?

If so, you’re

just kidding yourself.

It won’t happen.

It’s gone.

Stop holding on

to this twisted

delusion.

I’ve drawn this line.

Can’t you see it?

It separates me

from you and the

life we had.

See this line?

That’s where my

life begins.

Don’t cross it.

See this life?

It’s mine.

Don’t touch it.

frozen heart

take a lighter

burn my skin

light a fire

deep within

falling out the window

peering wide-eyed through

the cracked windowpane

of scarred skin and

bloody battles

knuckles turning white

from holding too tightly

to scarlet tissues

and hourglass dreams

quickly slipping from

the windowsill

wet with the dew

of seawater tears

gazing at the warm

light now out of reach

longing for the

safety and shelter

turning away

finding joy and love

in a new world

a new reality