Growing Pains

Hold your hands up To our eyes again, Not thinking of the future, Not living in past tense, Not worrying what others thought; Find adventure those eyes Instead of pain.   Those bright, blue eyes.   I look everywhere for them; For their innocence Their bravery Their magic. Hold your hands up To the sky…

Winter Abandon

Cold peace, as white as snow, A calm sadness left to grow. Empty innocence, Innocent emptiness. Kept warm by cowardliness, Left to pass through ebony death.