I pick flowers for your grave
Tears dry the river of my soul
Sunshine to your petals
It can nuture or burn
The road a dead-end
A lost key to your soul
Eulogies half-hearted
Words disappear
Etched in hurt on stone
Dates and time dissolve
In the mud and storm
The love table empty
This gambling lie, futile
Heap of reciepts
Accumulated debt spent tonight
Sometimes letting go takes more love
Than ordering in chinese and renting a movie
No comments:
Post a Comment