By Allie Marie

Your love brings me lower.
The mud fills my shoes.
I thought you’d bring me higher.
The sun was all I could choose.

Hope turns narrow.
Time is a bow and arrow.

Waking up in this gray again,
I can feel the rain sneaking around the bend –
sticking to all my mistakes,
pointing out how much time I waste.

My heart fills with vice.
I took another soul’s advice.

Dream giver, Hope breaker –
you speak so eloquently
So very beautifully
That I may just believe you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s