There once was a girl
who picked up the world
though it was not hers to hold
one day she was told
she could let it go
so she begged to know
how do I put it down
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
I dance between the graves of the dead, with flowers in my hair and tears in my soul, with a mind for those the world has long since forgotten, the sky is dark, yet the birds sing.
I dance between the graves of the dead, my bare feet light in tread, my eyes achingly clear, the world is sharply in focus and here at my fingertips
I dance between the graves of the dead, guided only by a longing in my heart, to remember those that lived long ago, to remember those that lived just yesterday but died too soon, yes I'm drawn by that mysterious song,
I dance between the graves of the dead, thoughts on my mind of one not dead, but one not meant to be called my own,
I tiptoe quiet now, between the graves of the dead, my heart poured out to those lost in that permanent sleep, I drop to the foot of the graves of the world, and I weep.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC