December 2009
5 posts
“What lies behind us and
what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what...”
– Emerson
Eyes
There he sits the silent one, Eyes burnt red, with tears to come He was eye, just eyes Never thought there’d be this sight Him sitting there, no words or spite Just taking in the fact god took His little girl, his whole world shook To the little moments, he’d hold on tight But short notice made his memory fight No reasons left, no words to say While in front of him, his baby lay Gone....
A Typical Conversation
You ask me why I’m sad I say I’m not “Then why are you wearing that puppy face,” you retort I say I didn’t mean to You nod your head and smile I flash one back You look away and continue your conversation with her If you only knew…