Mercy
Posted in Looking Higher on Sep 24th, 2008
A host of colors inside of my head, she smiled…I felt it
Swirling like butterflies, the sounds echo
There is no turning back now
She smiled at me; in the end I saw it
Letters go unwritten, goodbyes are never said
What’s gone is gone…I feel their thoughts
I’m traveling alone
The past is a mirror, reflecting the now
Mirages are plenty, like [...]
