You, Time, Love 

The air is thick in the presents of you.  Nerves shot to hell  And there never seems to be enough Time, Her wicked game Makes Love bow to his needs in prayer Hoping to gain more Time, She's a fickled girl Giving Love a chase, Though all too quickly the sands have stopped dropping for … Continue reading You, Time, Love 

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Rainy Days

There's an unsubtle wind blowing round houses, creeping its way into every nock and cranny threaten to blow it down. The rain slides down the roof blurring windows and flooding streets. Trees seems to be dancing joyful for the rain to feed their hollow bodies.