BG life turned life turned a corner today taking away a dream replacing with a nightmare it seemed it may hurt to say goodbye dry the tears left in your eyes kiss the sun tuck in the moon all is
BG the artist the artist gazes with other eyes inspired by fireflies & magical dust places trust upon the canvas a prismed palate in hand painting in glittering gold unaware and seemingly uncaring of what anyone might think oils blend into a mélange
BG it it was all the shit heaped up in a pile that didn’t need to be surveyed by me or you it was stuff left over from bad places broken relations shattered dreams too it was a jumble
BG scars fade scars fade they were merely a graze not a wound no pain no anguish no permanent damage the bandage removed made me wince for only a nano revealing a healing the music turned from gloomy gray to something more suitable to lighten the
BG today’s discourse lessons unlearned taking old and making it new again rekindling a fire sipping on warm cider watching the trees become bare as winter approaches leaves drop 1 by 1 yet the limbs don’t shiver from the cold the squirrels don’t
BG the 1……. the only i will ask no questions that don’t apply i will raise my eyebrow when questions arise i will answer
