I was raised on the back of inevitable destruction

"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus"- Mark Twain
I was raised on the back of inevitable destruction
The stroke of your pen Scribbled notes down my back Each word painted perfectly As if I was created just to be your canvas I didn’t mind being used for your art Branded by the movement in your hands As if the letters were being tattooed Take me to the place you love the most …
No one cries for the Queen So she straightens her crown Lifts her shoulders Extends her back and walks pass like an angel gliding through the air No one cries for the Queen The smile planted on her face covers up the invisible bruises etched in her skin Her bones are weakened Restless she still …
You stood there in a different city Hair astray, wild but not free New faces flash before your eyes You smile Yet the bricks weigh heavier than they did last time This new place should feel like home But you're still running away Be still, what you seek is not in this scenery either It's …
When you touch me I escape As I listen to your breath next to me reality stings me in the gut I don't belong here You make me feel whole But my spirit is suffocating Restless with the irregular beat of my heart I'm sleeping with the devil
I see you in the contents of my dreams So close but as I reach to grab hold you fade away My thoughts scatter throughout the day There are times I can picture our children running around our home Their laughter filling up the walls making our life complete I can feel my soul praying …
The more I gave, the less I had Then when I was empty I became whole In the depths of nothingness is where true clarity laid I was enough the entire time "I" found "me"