Yesterday I was blue
Today I am yellow
She was orange
So very mellow

Their bodies were green
Faces of blue
They watched as we kissed
While they only wished

Little do you know
the songs and their
meanings,
those days and their
callings.

Little do you know
the twisted lies and their
truth,
those freed sorrow and their
remnants.

Little do you know
the paths I take and their
consequences,
those breaking points and their
change.

Little do you know
Who I've become
and I
you.

I find it funny, you see,
how they call me "cute" and "adorable",
for if they saw my heart,
My rotten and bruised heart,
They'd choose far different words.

Death makes everything so clear.
I swear this is the most I've thought
All year.
I wish you were still here
If I could go backwards
And if I could stop it
I'd pour out words
That I wish I'd said
And do everything I planned on doing
With you
Before you were dead.

So many thoughts swirling
Around in my head
I think about life and death
As I lay in my bed
And I think and think
About you
And sometimes
I don't sleep a wink.

Because there's so much to do
In so little time
So much to say
So many rhymes
And plays
And pen down
Until they put you in that pen
And put you down
But its all worth
The stress and the struggle
To live out the purpose
Reversing the curses
And centering your life around
Giving glory to God.

So enjoy heaven
For me until I can come
And wear your crowns
Proudly
And sing your song of praise
Loudly

You told me to write this down
So I did.
It was the first thing you ever wanted to be permanent.

But a year later I found out you had scribbled it out
With a black Sharpie.

Now I’m left wondering just how permanent words are.