Crushed under the weight
Of all the many things I've done
Finally I see the missing piece,
Struck senseless again with guilt
The simple truth is that I am wrong
Once again I am stuck in this place
Every time I go back to this
I marvel in amazement
The blindness of my own eyes;
My hard-hearted pride in full view
Help me come back to the light
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...