Anger Sundown

Lightning strikes as he's walking out the door
Mind's made up, he won't argue anymore
But he's got a bad feeling

The Flower

How I long to smell the flower,
Though I cannot force the bud.
I can only give it sunlight,
Water, soil, and

I could have touched your hand that day,

Could have asked you out to talk;

Could have swallowed down my fear that day,

As we

What could have been, if you had seen,
a heart that cried alone...despair?
Wha t could have been, if life were green,
and

The years had slithered by so fast.

My memory is slowly fading and gone,

but please there's something i have to say;