underneath my skin…

as fingers caress the tree,there is glory seen, as the feelings beneath,keep coming for me one, after another, they try, me,toset free…and I resist, more commonpersist running against the grain, terror scratched skin,gritting teeth, pain from within arises again, andagain…as thewind breathes…and, I relax back into the flowerbed, smelling the rosesred I take ease, notice […]

underneath my skin…


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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