Rochester Writers Association

I’ve never changed, even after the flame,

And I’m not acting the same, because my hearts flooded with pain,

You got me for change, and nothings going to change,

So accept the fact that, your the only one to blame,

My face is stained, from all the tears I’ve cried,

Too many years I’ve tried, to hide my fears inside,

Now to hear you lie, got me shaking in shame,

I’m still acheing in pain, but yet I’m taking the blame,

I’m standing next to the train, I guess the shows over?

You got cold! Up and changed like leafs in October.

Sounds like these pieces would be great to share at our open mic sessions the 3rd Thursday of every month at Boulder. I'd love to hear the emotion that you could pour into them during a reading.