Topic: ICE COLD

Having to live day by day,
So many words I wish to say.
Nothing new,
Just a repeat of what I say to you.

My words fall flat,
As they hit and go splat.
To the floor,
They turn to ice once more.

No longer do you feel.
Zero emotional ties,
Nothing left,
No tiers do you cry.

No time for me,
As if there ever was,
No time to save us
Because,

The yard on the other side
Looks greener,
No ones yard is clean.
Some just pick up the poop
Better it seems.

No more room in the heart.
A new and better start.
That’s what you tell me,
And I hope it is true.
I just was hoping it could be you. 

Music is a tribal experience, and it is about connection.  Figure out how to reach in and change their emotions. Learn how to put them in a mood. That’s what music is for.”-JH.
“..And remember, a song should contain only one story, or one message, told from a single point of view” - DG
Its the little mistakes that become great. and when it falls in place, the feeling is  indescribable.