Songs

Songs (to my life and grandma) No easy to think when we are afraid when we look around and there is not a place where we can feel where we can play when all the faces are under the rain... The floor was cold the windows small the sound of the roof was strong in storms I could never sleep at night on my own the sweat on my feet the demons in war... The light went off then all was black I could smell her smell in the middle of the dark the songs they played while laying there flat I still hear them in my head even when half of my days... have past. Jessica