Autumn Baccellia

Heaven awaits
for my final day
PATIENTLY
they gather around
...

Looking upon his face
he speaks lies of a race
his wealthy gain
comes from their pain.
...

Can you ever love another
since your heart won't agree,
when you cried
did it hurt
...

There is a man
who keeps looking
inside my window,
when I'm not around.
...

is there a rose for every maiden,
for kisses on cold days?
Could a star shine its brightest
when spots of clouds
...

I search and I search
for the voice that keeps calling.
A life that once lived
that has such a story.
...

The cool winds brush across me
with the taste of its salty air,
and as I walk across its delicate self
I have no more fears.
...