cast in stone the message wasn’t heard there was an air of defiance in the blank stare leaving a past that felt like boulders blocking each & every positive conclusion looking beyond the present for it seemed frozen in time the air did
her name is Alice Alice ALICE turn off the music come downstairs the mad hatter ain’t so bad if you drink your tea and take your meds the queen of hearts
om she sits at ease waiting for the emptiness to leave her heart beat quickens she slows the rhythm with a breath that silently escapes her lungs
mom mom you made me you gave to me asking nothing in return mom you showed me the way sometimes pushed
my tree this was my tree not yours the one i would sit under and discover the one i would sit under and cry the one i would sit under and wonder when when when would you sit beside
BG bombastic the attitude pretentious with hints of maliciousness an arrogant approach on the verge of an overdose a lighter touch indeed would succeed cornering the champions with longwinded air forgetting elegance relying on flare eloquence not the forte a collection of battle words & terms
