May I be haunted by scents and flavors of you This torment I will welcome May I be ridiculed for my Childlike fascination for you This disgrace I will accept I will be taunted and mocked for the Way I...
A lovely day bright and shining I can feel the sun beat down on my face I smell the scent of the fresh flowers I can feel the love in your embrace I know you are hurting I can see...
My soul, so dark and lifeless; A place where Hope and Sympathy lies dead; A desolate field where nothing can grow, Except the feeling of dread. I stand in this barren wasteland, Trapped by chains of despair and fright; In...
On the very edge of eternity I stand, My memories clutched tightly in my hand. A stern voice inside me says, that it’s time to let go, For all the pain in my hand, I have nothing to show. As...
our footprints sit quietly, fossilised on the dry concrete floor. i can still see your steamy face-print on the window, where you pulled a face and joined it with glass whilst i recreated it with acrylics and pastels on canvas...