We spin,
and shout,
as we dance around the fire
I twist,
and turn,
as I search for words for you.
I try,
to tend,
to the broken hearted.
We sit,
and wait,
for the early departure.
Does This Mean I’m Moving Forward?
You passed the test,but you don’t remember.Seasons changing,it’s always December.Clean the stitch,until you feel better.Go through the gate,until you you figure,what it’s all about. I wish