Drip downDrip Drip Drip Like a waterfallLiquid of sadder and painSparkling as it adds a color to my frameCan't erase it, but at timeThe paint will vanish, but stay a scarYear by year passing throughMore scars added to the fewA world with ears that hear no crycan't hear drops that are dripping bynor can see the scars in the frameNow the scars are burning inCan no longer count the painOut of control it's like a rainLiquid keeps on flowingLike a river with no endToo many corners in a roomThe air filled with saltThe rain keeps on dripping downBut the world just hears the thunderboltmy scars are just a pictureThey se
Poor TreesWhenever I see a newspaper, I think of the poor trees. As trees provide beauty, shade and shelter. But as paper all they provide is rubbish