• sitting in darkness,
    chanting the words,
    falling deep into thought.
    I feel a breathe,
    upon my neck,
    then the memory,
    strikes back.
    The broken hearts,
    and the pain,
    the hurt we all felt,
    trying to live through it all.
    my love he is calling,
    but we are all falling,
    falling for everything wrong.
    cats who love dogs,
    mice who love cats,
    and birds are in love,
    with frogs.
    We all are falling,
    for the wrong ones,
    but we will last through it all.
    I feel a warm breathe,
    upon my neck.....
    My love and I,
    have made it through,
    the horrible worldy lie.