Daisy petals...

I love you, I love you...

The chanted words of my heart.

I pull off another petal and let it drop.

He loves me, he loves me not.

With aimless toss the flower leaves me hand...

He loved me not...

Dear love the flowers are endless...

I'll paint a picture with all the petals.

Gray Skies...

Gray sky reflects the melancholy mood

The dark clouds up above,

while a heart is down.

The drop of sunshine nothing

but a illusion.

The deep voice calls from above

and reaches down to rescues the sinking.

Drowning from the world

that once held them up...

The sound of you voice,

brings me to life once again...

Sunshine kisses...

The warmth upon my skin,

the sun's rays bending down

to kiss me.

The piece of heart that froze over

now back in place.

The love of my heart is true to you

as I welcome you back.

The sweet tasting kiss of your song,

gives me hope for,

tomorrow...

Double edge sword...

The piercing point of the sword

threatening the very life

that I hold.

The eyes of the holder,

black as the seas depths,

The look of red hate burns fierce in his eyes

I look the threat right in the face.

The look of shock crosses his dark mask,

for I have a double edged sword...

Homesick

The place were my soul lives

The white sand and the streaming sun

the place I want to be.

Where I can lay out in the sun and be kissed

by your creation.

It warms up the cold of my heart.

The swaying of the wind with

the grass matches the mood of my mind.

The little town of my heart,

I miss you my little peace of heaven...

Someday...

The thought of tomorrow

the someday I have been waiting for.

To live for the now is better than the grave.

To have a chance at tomorrow.

To live a life worth dying for...

The day my body sours up in

the clouds of gold.

My cloud not a box but the open sky.

To live for the day of tomorrow.

Dancing on a Chance...

I dance around the hole.

Its depths as black as the nights sky.

The edges buckle and I fall in.

As the ground flies up to meet me,

my stomach twists and my heart falls.

The edges of the hole are calling back to me.

They warned me of the pain that would come to me.

I shouldn't have danced on the chance of pain.

The ground calls out in a mocking way.

As I am about to meet my maker,

I slice into the ice water.

The chance to start new now

in my mind as my breath comes

back to me.