The Winter Collection

There's a tide coming in 

He said close your eyes 

Follow me girl 

Into the forest we walk 

Blind folded my love 

Eyes wide open - 

Laundry hanging on the line 

Paper clipped heart shapes made of twine 

Tell me Mr sandman , I write fairy tales in sand , washed away by the hands 

Of the unforgiving tide - 

Follow me he says - 

He laughs - 

The forest is cold - 

The crows are screaming 

I ask,"have you heard a word I said?" 

The sun is setting 

The path is narrowing ,

You hold my hand and whisper - 

Trust me - 

I see him , leaving 

And I see him leaving too - 

I remember their suit cases were packed long before you got here . 

And I'm peeking through these cracks 

And I let go of your hand 

Because your fingers 

Are their fingers 

And I'm packed 

The train is waiting you see 

It's always waiting 

Paper mache heart 

Perfectly clipped to your hand 

In place where I once stood 

Tell me Mr sandman , 

How do I write fairy tales 

In pen ? 

With blind fold on 

Eyes closed 

Electrical Conduction

A thousand notes scattered and scarred

Can you die of a broken heart ? 

Electrical problems they say - 

There's a thin line 

As I drive one last mile 

Praying all the way to the grave 

This time I'm alone . 

Hand stitched friendship bracelets 

Gold cross around my neck 

Tattered I am 

Used up 

What will they say ? 

As every dream streams down her face 

I hear the dial tone 

No one left on the phone . 

Can you die from a broken a heart ? 

I read the news this morning 

The pills prescribed are mine . 

Another Song

Picking up hands she says 

As the faceless clock mocks me 

I fear my leader has gone 

And I can't reckon the last time I sailed 

Fearless - 

Can you see the magic ? 

The moment I stepped in to your black picket fences 

I burned them to ashes 

We called it love 

No one understands this rhyme 

Of a locket split and frozen in time 

Conversations running back and forth in our minds 

He heard the music play you see 

Silent in the winter air 

Now left writing fairy tales 

Paper

Old magazine add reads 

Obituaries of torn up pictures 

Left over memories with no finger prints 

No names - 

Contacts embrace dialated lense 

Old tears fill an ocean of pillows 

I rest my head on , only I never sleep 

As I carry on alone 

Walking with regret 

Growing grey and invisible yet invincible isn't the same 

Tell me as I lie here alone 

How will it end 

What will it say 

As the water rises 

And the violins play 

Their  tune drunk

They never understood a word 

They say 

Never understood 

The girl at all -