She sits and thinksas tears run down her cheek.Why are the most precious of thingsso god damn fragile.So open to the worldand so f*****g easy to break..
Rocking to the rhythmof your heartbeat.The rhythmic rise and fallof your breathlulling meas I lieslumberousin your armsTo sleep, to dreamof life and l..
The heart may well be the source of love.However, the hands are the way in which it is expressed.Through touching those we care about we leavean impri..
The face of time shows no age.Merely continues its forward motion.Marking movement of life and lossThe hands tick ever round and roundNever looking ba..
The burnished gleamof a door knobbeckons the curiouscloser.Near enoughto peer throughthe keyholeWhere a glimpseof otherworldsboth fantasticand frightf..