I didn't care what it cost.
To be right there in your arms.
Now I know the price I've paid,
Left alone on the bed we've made.
'Cause you don't love the person right infront of you,
I'll starve myself to be kept in your view.
Complete my tithe,
Replete my sacrifice.
Because this prison is warm
I must suffice.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
Marigolds in bright oranges and reds;
The dead lay below soft flower beds.
What will happen if I reach too far,
Knowing I can't keep those who have crossed the bar?
The days seem vague and bleak,
Will my sins persuade and leave me meek?
What will happen if I cross the ocean,
And not care about the ripples set in motion?
Will my loved ones soon depart,
Only those younger to inherent their art?
My prayers are motionless and repetitive.
My plead is to my Pilot to keep me in the narrative.
For oft when I lie in bed,
The Negative and Dreadful fill my head.
"Forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors,"
Is all my prayers are; it is the setter.
Lead me through temptation and give me a honey tongue,
To give it my all for the distance run.
Knowing that the Daffodils prance,
Throwing their heads in sprightly and cheerful dance,
Be still, sad heart! And cease your grieving!
For all through one's life loved ones must do the leaving.
For two roads diverge in a yellow wood,
And a good idea is to keep attached what is under your hood.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC