repeating stories
repeating stories
from the book that is my life
fail and fail again
Home
scattered attention
scattered attention
in the early morning pink
clouds drifting on by
something will happen
something will happen
but the nature is unknown
waiting continues
to take to the wing
to take to the wing
and drift on through the aether
a blossoming dream
trials of the blood
trials of the blood
broken hearted vampires
everyone needs love
a broken pencil
a broken pencil
an empty piece of paper
life of a poet
feeding my nightmares
feeding my nightmares
to be alone in the dark
the floor creaks at night
music of the rain
music of the rain
with a drumming overhead
soothing in the night
need a place to hide
need a place to hide
safety of a blanket fort
just might stay a while
puddles on the ground
puddles on the ground
can often lead to dancing
shuffling raindrops