Inconsiderate,
how you opened up your shop.
Have you sold your soul?
Inconsiderate,
how you opened up your shop.
Have you sold your soul?
Those puppy dog eyes
sure have stories they can tell.
I am listening.
Stealing from the dead
it’s time to face the music
if the shoe does fit.
A subtle yellow
peaks from out the barren soil;
life begins again.
I am always waiting,
thinking of the next best thing.
Oh, but here you are.
Inked and beautiful,
yet not all the world can see
the beauty beneath.
Peace is what you give
although you would never know.
Heaven is with you.
You are perfection
wrapped up in a ball of fur.
With you, my heart smiles.
Fingers once nimble
move stiffly to create art;
wow, these hands have lived.
Raindrops keep falling
making puddles on the ground.
Best let your soul jump.