Spirit friends

I feel the spirits of those who passed
as if I’d been there too
when in darkness I find my peace
where there’s nothing I’ve got to do
in their words I find my truth
in their dreams, hopes and fears
long gone
but which I feel are so near
only they know where I’m now
in this deep sorrow of mine
that if I said I didn’t love
I’d be lying

Superficial days, superficial lives

It’s superficial
what can I say
but it gets me through
a superficial day
floating on the surface
of my emotions
cutting all the ties
dodging all commotion
I seem fine you see
and I won’t deny
let me love the dream I live in
b4 I have to say goodbye
my secret is my sin
my heart filled with pain
that I know alone
I’ll have to entertain.

the ashes of my tears

you opened up for me
told me there’s another ‘she’
and now your heart is cold
   for me
and where the cold wind blows
our love has been mistaken
for the cheap street bargain
that no one has taken
nowhere to run
we break apart together
I’m happier today
even though yesterday I was better
and so it goes
this is how true love unfolds
between the ashes of my tears
and the sweetness of your heart
my dear