You Are More Than A Number

Scales are society’s way of telling you that your worth is tied to a number

December

It’s December and there’s no snow on the ground
I stop and a light a cigarette
I hear a local bar play our song
It takes me back to when you were mine
Smiling at me with those bright green eyes
I wonder who you’re with tonight
And if she knows you the way I do
Does she know you’ve loved Fleetwood Mac since you were five?
Does she know you hate the color grey?
And does she know how much you once loved me?
I walk towards the bar while our song ends
It’s December and there’s no snow on the ground

Familiarity

Many are afraid of the dark
But I prefer to sit in it alone

Keep Pushing Forward

My recovery has never been a straight line
I have relapsed time and time again
But I keep pushing forward
Doing what I can

The Rainbow

Bad days come and go
Just like a storm
Then you look outside your window
And see the rainbow

Midnight Words

You know you’re a writer when you can’t sleep
Until you jot down every last thought onto paper

Light

Tonight I am in that dark place again
But this time I have no doubt
I will make it through
And the light once more
Will return in the morning

Mean To Me

It took losing you to know how much you mean to me
And now it’s too late

Sad Eyes

Pour me a glass of brandy
And tell me the story behind your sad eyes

Rainy Sundays

Rainy Sundays are made for Norah Jones, coffee and laying in bed next to you