job – Mercedes Moore

The Cycle

Wind down After a long week Hours slip by One, two, three I never see you [Only in my dreams] And the kisses are few Far in between I want time to stand still With me in your arms Let’s forget about the daily grind Or jobs and our chores I want to stay inContinue reading “The Cycle”

Living The Dream

Here I am again. I think this is even the same parking space I used yesterday… No, I was over one space. Staring into the tree’ skinny and twisted spine. The thin dark green leaves popping out at me. But it all feels like a dream. And I wish, instead of seeing through the thicketContinue reading “Living The Dream”