Hard pill to swallow Trying to numb this too full heart That wants to escape
Blackout #170
Music touched Death, now its immortal.
Paper Flowers
Delicate petals inked with delicate words Words of love and hope Growing out towards the light Dirt stained hands reach out To plant these beauties Among the garden walls Pages sprout up Inspiring new ideas From the everlasting paper flowers -Kel Dayheart
