When The Sky Turns Grey

If the sky is turning grey Or when the sky is turning grey; Grab my hand Before it rains And the thunder breaks in . The smell of rain Keeps reminding me of a wound in pain; Its smell so disgusting It’s something I don’t want to explore again . Shivers run down your back

Sweater Strings

Fidgeting with the strings from the sweater you’ve worn too much . You never told me But I knew you were afraid the strings from your sweater would break the link that kept its hood together . You never told me But I knew you were afraid forever And baby I can still tell you:

Alzheimer

Eyes glancing with confusion No memories of a former time Everything for you is illusion . You don’t remember my face anymore There’s no spark within your eyes like they had before The flowers we picked during warm summer nights The look on your face asking me about that; A beautiful situation we shared and

Ended Up Here

A place where the bed sheets are torn and creased A place where the drenched hearts are staying in sadness; its pain can’t be erased We drink black coffee and it burns our wounded mouths

Wrong Timing

Suddenly You reach out with your hand I ask you; “Why?” . You know, I’m forgotten and drowning in another land . The leaves from your trees, They’re lifeless and dead in your lonely seasons And my gloves are still lying underneath My broken coat rack Baby you were the one leaving me So don’t

A Tennessee Fair

The summer breeze through our hairthousands of sounds thousands of stories We´re at the fair . Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan Brett Eldredge, Sam Hunt Keith Urban, Brad Paisley and Thomas Rhett Hear the speakers Someone is putting on such amazing country music! If ya don’t know the party´s at?.. It’s here . Funnel cake and

Making This Bed For You

My cheeks are red from the cold they yearn for something warm; like a hand to hold My hands, they are so purple, lifeless, like my worn-out winter boots; I still keep because they’re actually yours. Mascara smeared face, These years without you; Are nothing like a speed or race. And I carry their weight

Goodbye, Goodbye my dear, Goodbye my love

Smog Rain like tears I try to wipe away from these bleeding and broken roads I walk again . Bleeding train tickets for dark cities lonely places And strange faces . Yes our love has already died With its spark and intimacy Trampled onto the dirty ground by heavy feet Mislead by an image that