Trying to understand how someone could want to
bury and preserve themselves in the same breath.

Van Gogh painted in shades of blue
added speaks of light, I presume is you.

Tell me death is just a passage way.
Tell me you and I are inevitably bound
to the same destination though not always
on same route.

I pray all the sunsets you missed
will find you in your dreams.

What becomes of a woman in rage.
Who can't stand being hollow anymore.

Like cigarette smoke from her mouth
her sorrows only get so far out
until they disappear.

Not enough echo for anyone to hear.

but tonight ill let the candles burn,
wish for nothing but flame to smoke.

I'll remember you. How you taught
me the way to live is to simply be.
To feel each moment its intensity.
Its heartbreak, Its magic, its disappointment.
To laugh at the odds and live my life so
well death will tremble to take me.