I’m Not in Denial

Yes I'm drowning in white-wine, but self-medicating isn’t a sin These pills could be over the counter – they’re only a little bit stronger One glass, two glass, three glass, four, Empty bottles hidden under the kitchen floor Passing out is just sleeping deeply And I threw up because my stomach’s been feeling weak lately … Continue reading I’m Not in Denial

Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust

Walking through wildflowers in spring, My throat red-raw from screaming your name. Walking in the footsteps of ghosts, Running my fingers across the bark that you touched. Echoes of us still swirl around in the wind, Or at least in skies in my mind. For each twig snapping, leaf moving, I turn around expecting you … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust