Tonight there will be some wetting their pillow with tears. Tonight there will be lovers cuddling under warm blankets and tonight there will be people like me with only poetry for company.
THOUGHTS
Tonight my thoughts could burn the farthest miles. So I send you a message through the breeze that plies by my window. Please keep your heart open.
A SEASON TO REASON
My heart does not agree with reason, since you came along this season. And now all I do is question the season looking for reasons, why my heart has been imprisoned.
A different kind of gratefulness
I had a really long day But I am so glad each day That I don’t have to come home to you. To your bitter narrow heart Filled with frustration and suspicion. Believe me, I’d rather sleep on cold cement than next to you.