Grenades and lemonade    

My life is an open and shut case
It may as well be on a bookcase
Waiting for one to open and read
Although you may not know where it will lead
Gaining trust is as easy as making lemonade
after it’s lost then it's like a grenade,
Pieces everywhere lost in the mist of the ‘could have been’
The lost walking in circles,
                                     Pondering,
                                                    Wandering,
                                                              staring  into space

Thinking of the Whys and the How's, it's my case.
Lost are we,
Thinking of the past
Remembering the past

 
   As Each  Day Goes By
                                         In a Slow
                                                        and  Painful   Way  
Thoughts are the trigger,
Overthinking is the killer
Silence is the death that is sadly comforting  
Into space, we go
Together we will fly, and fall,
Spread our wings and fly, will we?
Catch me, will you?
 
As I slowly Tumble,  

                              Stumble    

                                      And fall,  


                                                  Laying there,  

                        Wings spread out
will I be let out?
 

 
Sky blue as can be
Snow covers me
Sun, gold as it shines through the arms of broken trust,
Green and brown as that grenade, waiting to bust
Although you may not know where it will lead
will you read it? Is up to you.
You do not have a clue
it may as well be on a bookcase
My life is an open and shut case