When I think of my Father, I think of his hands. How even to this day, they're bigger than mine Hands that are used to hard work Worn and calloused Hands that have tossed a football to me in the driveway Drawn with me at the dinner table And held my hand to cross the…
I never liked the color Red It's always been A little too bold For my liking A little too bright Too audacious Never a good match for my complexion It was the color of the lipstick That I always wanted to wear But never had the right occasion Red was the color my life turned…
Almost Always Trying to be... The words that sit Between you and me It's nice to have you In my life again Just don't say "goodbye" Please tell me it's not The end Possibly yes, But maybe no Why can't I decide to Stay or to Go From once upon a time To someday or…
I don’t know what to do with my Fear I am damned if I Do And damned if I Don’t It is like a locked cage And I can’t quite think My way around the key It feels safer that way When I can put up walls Barriers Pillows and padding to cushion myself Against…
Love reminds me of: A cup of coffee Some prefer theirs black Lost in a fog They need love to be Dark and bold Strong enough To make them feel Something again Still others want Their love on ice Cold brewed and caramelled Smooth to the taste Their blood already runs too hot They need…
Almost Abigail 