Thursday, July 4


(Wrote this back in 2006.)

Soft desires can be traced, thinned as a speck of sand
Love can be captured in ways we don’t understand
The heart always seems to be willing to take a chance

In the back of my mind, I thought why I don’t have a say anymore
Heart and mind splinted into two different worlds

My mind tries to keep a balance
Between positive and negative

How can I keep adding up all the positives when they turned into negatives

What am I suppose to do, you tell me
© Tiffany Ann Adkins 2015 - 2019