All I ever wanted

Was to cry over dead flowers,

Not see a thousand roses

Turn red beneath my skin

All I ever chained

My soul to was a song

I didn’t want to be shackled

To the dead beat of love

All I ever felt

Smaller than was the blue

Now I’m being choked

By a relentless sky

Excerpted from Green Tin Trunk (Authorspress, 136 pages, 195).