choked

sever the ties.
They break us.
The once binding fibers that brought us together,
grow ever tigher around our necks.

crossroaded

drifting apart aint so hard.

it's yours

tune

a little ditty I've been working on:

She's a toy for the boys,
No longer daddy's joy.
She's a trick that you pick
When you've had too much to drink

But you know too well,
You're still my only girl.

She's a chore, he's a bore;
No more daddy's little whore.
Catch the sun, in her eyes
See them glow, watch it rise.

And you know too well,
You're still my only girl.

begin.

Distant waves crash onto the rocky edges
of a once sunburned islet.

What was desolate and bare;
...greens and blues, a thousand hues.
Alive.