for kimberly

deadnote

thinkin of you always

deadnote

i call aaand nobody answers
i search but there is no number
i wwhine still somehow i grrow
maybe ssomeday i might
be all the colors
of your most beauttiful
painting
from your hands
a rainbow

deadnote

i am trying
i am trying
i am trying

to break my heart
to burn in the flames
as black becomes me

but as i feel
that all i need
is where i am
as i become this

a happy man
just wishing
to be a boy

deadnote

i read this
touched in blood
i find im above water
and as i look
intto my mind
i find
that im never gonna
feel that way
aand i realize
i never found the right wway
to give you ssomeething
as succh i love
im aaalawwwys thinking

deadnote

i found a way
to watch you walk
to pass me by
my girl

and i said nothing

walden freeman

This is an amazing thread.

sachinc

The whisper echoes,
Onwards,
Upwards.
Toward a pathway no one sees.

The listener wakes to hear a sound
In passing,
Passed
And Gone
But now he hears the music from the trees.