BridgesLondon bridge is falling downWhile mine is burning to the groundWatch as ashes fall down silentAs flames rise up so violentThe skies turn black with smoke so thickCannot breathe it makes me sickI watch in horror as my bridges collapseI am wiped clean off the mapsI kick the cinders of my lovely messAnd see that I must now confessI set fire to my own bridgeAnd there is no fixing this self-inflicted carnage
Free Heart "What do you have there?" She asked the man on the floor. He looked back and said, "I have nothing, go away." He clutched the object to his chest tighter, trying to hide whatever it was he had from her. "You are a liar, let me see!" She stomped up to him, and crossed her arms, "Let me see what you have." "No!" He shouted, "You are not to see what I have, you are of no use! You can't help me anyway!" She stood there silent for a moment, before she said gently, "Please can I see you?" He was silent, thinking over her question. Much better than her shouting and demanding. He made up his mind, "Okay..." He stood up slowly, his back still to her. He was reluctant. He didn't want her making a big deal out of what he had. She always blws things out of proportions... "Can you turn around?" She asked him. Very slowly, he turned around to face her. His chest had a g
Simple GesturesLonely wolf, bleeding and wounded on the snowy groundHe snarles as a woman comes aroundIgnoring his warning, she bends down in the white snow stained maroonShe tears off her sleeves and begins to dress his woundsHe lets his guard down, he knows he needs helpHe reverts back to the time when he was just a young whelpEven though he can tear her limb from limb with his mighty jawsAnd he can break her to pieces with his razor clawsShe seems unafraid by this creature belonging to the moonBut she must get him back on all four paws soonShe works with determination and quick deft handsAnd is slightly surprized that this is something wolf can with standShe finishes her job, and gives a pat on his headWolf stands up with effort, and lightly licks her on the face, greatful he isn't deadShe gives a smile, and gestures for him to goHe looks back one last time as he runs away,knowing he is able to come back to the girl in the snow.
Dance With the SeasonsTake my hand and dance with me in the rainLet the water flow and wash away all of the painLet the wind howl and blow away your fearsLet the lightning strike and evaporate your tearsTake my hand and dance in the snowFeel the cold in your feet and just let goFeel the chill fill your lungs and breathe out your sorrowStay out here with me until daybeak of tomorrowTake my hand and dance in the sunFeel the heat on your face and let your pity be doneFeel the rays on your skin and let happiness shine brighterLet the warmth carry your soul higherTake my hand and dance in the leavesLet the colors steal heartbreak away like little theivesFeel the leaves fall around us to the groundAnd hold me close without a sound
AutopsyThe table is cold, she cannot moveThe metal beneath her is icy and smoothHer eyes are glued shut, she cannot seeShe is being prepared for her autopsyThe coroner stands above with a saw in handThe blade comes to life at his simple commandHe digs into her chest, and cuts her upHe doesn't break a sweat, not a hiccupHe pulls out her heart, and examines it soIt is course and rough and has caught an arrowIt's so full of stitches and healing woundsNo wonder she's dead, there was no room for it's health to improveThe coroner puts the heart in a jar of clear liquidThe smell is pungent, strong, and acridA moment later, he pulls it back out,And places it in the girl, and restores her with doubt.