I’m just a flower on this wall of life
Waiting to be plucked
forever riding the storms
of this so called life
the rain turns to gray
the skies forecast blues
somewhere over the horizon
in the depths of those forgotten

pain succumbed  to lust
lust deadened the soul
creating a void in this heart
cold but never lonely
alone but not afraid
wanting to reach out
wanting to feel that love again
can a heart survive the storms
history revolves
her story evolves
painting pictures on the walls
surviving the thunder
incoherent to those who didn’t listen
memories once a blur
the perfect nook
of someone’s lost desire
finding the light again
storing away the past
enclosing it forever
as lessons learned
but not forgotten.

mtheve 5/17/2010