Sometimes in the night the fears of old wash over me The desperation clings like a child to it's mother around my soul
By Justin Adams3 years ago in Poets
Could you show me what it's like to have the one you've always wanted hanging on your arm The one you cannot live without
You tell me that you need me and that you'll always care but your words seem just as empty as cold as hollow air I not quite sure
Said the cardinal to the hawk, when his shadow passed o’erhead, “I’m but a lowly cardinal, I wish not to be dead. “Dear hawk,” said he, “I have a broken wing,
Bird of prey flying free upon morning crimson sky watching the horizon talons coiled to strike Another bird approaches
Untitled By Justin Adams In that moment Between living and dying Where most will never be Somewhere in the void Light and shadow
By Justin Adams5 years ago in Poets
