Writing. Work. Tea. Life
Strangers
Hair pulled and nails wrecked
I thought we would resurrect
Curled up on the bathroom floor
I wish I gave you more
God, please don’t talk to strangers
For I am real, and they are entertainers
What a mess I’ve made
God, what a mess I am
Cause I wanted you in my bed
Maybe I could rest my head
To sleep while you protect
But now I lay
With my hair pulled and my nails wrecked
Sarah Langham
The Frost that Thawed
I move my limbs
To shake off the premature dust
Collecting on my bones
For I have sat at the fork in the road for far too long
The yellow wood had lost its leaves
As I stand between two roads
The trees have a battle of their own
Through the harshest of frost
They now try to bud
Their growth is my answer
He said there were two roads to be travelled
But how strong is the traveller as he walks down a road