Shorts

Will shorts ever be an option? Cold winds blow frozen Ice it seems encloses No bright, growing spring No warm summer sun. Harsh, angry weather Keeping winter coats on In what was suppose to be spring. No respite Birds shivering Tulips freezing Babies crying No, Shorts...

I Break My Heart

I break my heart, injure my soul Sacrifice my love Feeling remorse forever more. Nothing Will bind the pieces together Must take it out of mind. Feel The injuries, the heartache, the crying Then leave them all far behind. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

It’s Cold, It Blows

It’s cold, it blows It doesn’t seem to want To go away. It strikes my heart Piercing all that’s warm Freezing it today. No pleading, crying Can make it melt Becoming rain on a sunny day. No, it’s cold It blows all thoughts Of lovely spring...

Sadness Comes

Sadness comes And dwells with me Again today Bringing all her baggage Hanging in taters Just like yesterday. No laughing, only crying Sullen, morose behaviour As I sit here in my misery Just like yesterday. ~ Patrice Sincere   © Patrice Clarkson –...