Turnings that make Circles.

The blue sky turns red and pours down. The oxygen is being replaced with carbon dioxide. She'll die. Cold water expands the sky, faster it pours, sooner she'll die. She see's the flower growing beautiful, writing secretly, hidden shelves. The sky feels so distant to the flower, that she wants to destroy it. She won't. Today she will let the red pour till only an empty tiny vessel is left, and the sun will come rushing to its glamorous throne. She will be gone, and the flower will still flourish, live.

There are blood linked characters from whom I run. I deny our childhood together, I deny the love that runs in me for them. It's not because of what they are. It's because I run, instead of dealing. I'm sorry guys for being what I am. I'm sorry Mom, for disappointing you. I'm sorry Aunty and Uncle.

All the roots have softened and one by one they are all falling apart. Can you save me? Before its too late? Angel wings spread over water worn wishes Guarding the dreams and the things left unsaid Here we are wandering, aimlessly roaming Lovers who linger and never forget She is everything to me, the unrequited dream, the song that no one sings, the unattainable. She's a myth that I have to believe in, all I need to make it real is one more reason. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do When she makes me sad. Baby's got mama's eyes, she was always beautiful When you hear his voice, feel his arms around you You remember momma smiling a daddy's little girl Bad weather, cold media storm