A hunger, A craving, a need, really so strong I don't know how to satisfy it.
Author: Lisa Gray
Broken Bird
You are my broken bird. Are its wings clipped? I want to help you fly again, but I don't know how, and you won't let me.
Open Your Eyes
Open your eyes, baby. Not yet. Please. You need to see. I don't want to look. Can't I just stay here and pretend to be wrapped up in your arms and your words? You will never get through it if you can't see where you need to go.
Conversations
Sometimes I have conversations in my head with them. It is usually silly things. It is me imagining they are with me. I think it is the same when you have loved ones pass away, and you still imagine they are there with you. You do not stop talking to them. Eventually, it gets less,… Continue reading Conversations
If they wanted
I think I am likely reusing an idea, but I am reminded of it today. I am seeing things from a different view. Watching others go through things I have. There are a number of reasons people act the way they act, and we can't know all of them. Sometimes it is just them taking… Continue reading If they wanted
