SHARPEN THORNS OF SADDEN BLUES,
THAT SUNG OF WHY THE CURIOUS HANDS BLED
SHE LOVES ME ..SHE LOVES ME NOT
THOUGHTS FROM FALLEN PETALS ,DEAD
TRAVELING WITH THE WIND THAT CARRIES THIS VAGUE LIKE DEATH
FATIGUE FROM SEARCHING WAS NOT ENOUGH
MY EYES WIDE STILL SEARCHING
IVE FOUND RESIDUE OF WHAT WAS US
SPEAKING WITH NO VOICE, JUST WRITINGS AND WORDING FROM MY HEAD
I TOLD MY SELF ID TRY LOVE BUT,
YOU HELD THE OTHER HALF OF MY HEART HOSTAGE.
SO NOW I TRAVEL BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN TWO WORLDS INSTEAD.
WISHING UPON A RESURRECTION OF WHAT RESEMBLE US
MEMORY, A PULSE TO WHAT KEEPS THIS LOVE ALIVE
IF I WERE TO DIE,
I THINK I'D BE IN MY COFFIN,
WRITING MORE REASONS WHY THIS LOVE SHOULD STAY ALIVE.
DIGGING OUT OF THE DIRT AS I AM DOING NOW
DRAWING PICTURES WITH A STICK ON THE GROUND
PICTURING THESE ROSES THAT BLOOMED IN THE WINTER
GREW IN THE CONCRETE PICKED IN THE MIDDLE OF DECEMBER.
FOR, THOSE PETALS
YOUR LOVE, I STILL REMEMBER
THE PETALS
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