If I can’t attack the night.
With delightful fright.
And you in sight.
Then who am I but a mouse.
In Laos.
Running to my jungle house.
If I can’t see your light.
In all your might.
As your soul shines bright.
Then I’ll run to the sun.
Away from everyone.
As I come undone.
If I can’t be your knight.
With a kiss under moonlight.
Then I’ll suffer the plight.
And be held at bay.
As I toil away.
Through the heat of my days.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I