Where Do We Keep Our Secrets


Where do we keep our secrets
The ones we can never use
Buried beneath lost hopes
But you can’t choose your muse
The beautiful bleeding hearts
Or scantily-clad ladies; so demure
Inspiration reigning down upon us
Souls perform best when the soul is pure


Not Always Looking From The Same Perspective


Not always looking from the same perspective
Taking time to wallow in your own needs
Allowing life to hang in the Summer winds
Recover yourself before your soul bleeds