Composed 6/8/16
Description: n/a
Hello, little bird
I can see the sadness in your eyes
How I yearn to pick you up and hold you
In my hands and
Keep you away from the fox that thinks
He’s a friend
But I can only keep an eye
Peeked over at your nest
Whisper from afar
And rush with open palms
When you fall
Composed 6/7/16
Description: It’s a bitch.
Sometimes I pride on a heart made of ice
But there’s no such thing
Tragedy pierces and
Anger melts it
Sadness seizes and squeezes until tears leak
Out between clenched fingers
Happiness radiates and thaws
Hearts throb but it must freeze again
Because ice crystals keep the scoundrels at bay
But it inevitably melts away
And it always burns
Scraps of Paper 