Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

With my heart in your hands.........

Once a shadow......now a ghost.....

Sitting in the garden where one finds love in those eyes that speak of alone.

From among dreams that come to shine and be mirrored outside of our sleep,.........

The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel, becomes trivial in this journey where I define myself

I am a canvas for your imagination you can paint me as you will.........

For now we climb the stairs..........

A collaboration by Mark and Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Unfilled dreams visit me and I pretend thundering pain does not touch my soul when I can't hear you say, “I love you”

I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies ...............