Faded and long neglected
Hidden behind all the
Broken dreams of childhood
Once so crowded and loud
With so many voices
All screaming to be heard
You were so full of life
Now just a dying house
With nothing left to give
Faded and long neglected
Hidden behind all the
Broken dreams of childhood
Once so crowded and loud
With so many voices
All screaming to be heard
You were so full of life
Now just a dying house
With nothing left to give
Steamy night
Sensual delight
Stay with me until dawn
The woman remains
A new child remains
But all the love is gone
We were the youngest of lovers
Crossing the threshold of desire
Impatient and heated
Souls burning with the fires of youth
Bathing in the sureness of immortality
I shook my fists at the world
Then hid inside you for refuge
Sanctuary from an uncaring world
Now I am ancient
Shadows of crosses dull my eyes
So many years have slid past
Since first we touched each other’s hearts
Our young love still consumes my thoughts
Fills my passions
As if it were but yesterday
A lot of people are like a soft summer rain. They blow into your life and everything is refreshing and exciting. But eventually the clouds move on and you are left wet and miserable.
We watched the barefoot children in green yards dart through shadows, playing their childish games. We saw their innocents and we knew that…
They were not us
Through open doors and windows we saw them staring blankly at their flickering screens. They were sitting so close yet ignoring each other. Wishing…
They could be us
There was an old couple sitting on their front porch, fading from life. They smiled and waved, trying to remember a time when they knew…
How to be us
We pause for just a moment beneath the street lights glow, your hands in the pockets of my jeans and mine on your shoulders. Our souls touched and we were…
Happy to be us
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