Thursday, July 21, 2016

Blue Prints

Frames sit steady on the shore 
Empty spaces fill today 
Architect hands placed firmly 
Your eyes 

Reaching deep inside 
Held with so many regrets 
Pacing fast 
With one last breath 
Catch me if you can 

House sits 
Blue print hands 

I have the paper 
I have the pen 

Let me burn old pages 
Bonnie and Clyde she said