Life

I thought it was enough. Coping with a mended heart. Every step it’s a choice and it shows your path. Step by step you keep on walking; you stop, the road is cut. I dreamed with music and colors, had nightmeares that made me cry. I saw myself in love, brave and strong never to fear again. I trust no more and love no less. I made my choices, it’s me I blame. Lost are the dreams of days to come. I walk, I sit, well nothing changed. So hard to handle a complex mind, so pointless fighting a broken heart. In your words is your story, in your thoughts your true self.

Untouchable

They come in pieces and in feathers they’re gone

Untouched

Smiles on shattered glasses, no face to hold

Untouchable

You’re here and gone, am I real or a thought?

Maybe just the smallest dream of God

A little song a bird likes to give to the world.

Untouchable is the wind as my restless soul.