I'm no longer me
It's like I've conformed into someone you would like me to be.
Or was I really happier before
Was it the weed?
Or

Sorrow Death and Grieving

A leaf and flower petal
Went floating in the breeze
A tiny little feather
Joined them in the trees

A

America's Hero

I knew that you would answer
Once you heard the call
Never did I imagine
That the towers, they would fall

Though sorrows well and flood like lunar tides
And evil settles in a sieging war;
My LORD, my strength, shall shield me on

So you sailed away

I guess you left me waiting

There's something left unsaid

Poetry in the making

She's beautiful I'll bet