hair on a spindool
thread unwound
tieing me together
with sloppy stitches
heartache and headaches
ebbing with the tide
can't find,
what was never lost
never there to start
stars and skies
hate and war
love and death
all is fair,
in dreamland
eyes opened
ideas found
hope thriving
words are spoken
papers written,
and always burned
arrow at my finger tips
black crow in an apple tree
lullaby for clouds
loves homicide
all is fair,
in dreamland |