Overflowing, overflowing, teetering on the edge. Don’t bump me or it will spill.
A nickname that just wasn’t enough to cover your smile, laughter or the loving memories of family time. Happy juice, hanging loose or what your spirit produced.
hallucinations of reconciliation, a reprieve from yesterday’s sorrows. Snow globe filled of tears and yester years.
I require the silence of hearts sharing a beating path. the darkest of skin under cover of shadows. I require the precision of skilled thoughts; the desecration of spilled words over sweeten tongues………