He's a cowboy Taking strides To cleanse And Bring Joy Hard exterior Is the image Carrying fallen souls Up the mountain To their savior Time tries to heal His wounds For deep inside His heart Cries not to feel But tomorrow brings This Bull As we watch him Move down his path Beside angel wings
Month: February 2022
Marked With Lies
He toreher poetryFrom her skinMarkedHer scarsWith liesShe felt aTrail of deceitDeep in her mindNever ableTo openHer heartFilled rhythmicMelodies he willNever understoodHer shieldThat has no MarkFor she lovedHerself moreSensing failureHe stoleThe heartOf anotherĀ