A funeral calls for no weather
To chase means without ends
Is to ****** a dreamer.

I must surely let this pride in me die!
Fore Even in the eye of the beholders
No one takes count in the storms
that we've weathered.

She said...

"I cannot be good for you...
Your future is bright!"
But, Trading ends for means
doesn't sound like a life.

A meaning...

I'll wake with the sun
Crush the silence with worn playlists
Grasp an old toothbrush
Crush the bristles with beer breath.

Unqualified for whims and throws!
I can give education more meaning
But to draw on such loans
Is to live shackeled in new chains.

To face my blood!
Is to call the past home
They say misery loves company
... I can find that alone.

Even writing has become
For all purposes a need
Tho' I long for a day
I create as I breathe.

I promise...

Love is guiltless
Just victims remain
Only in this rest
Can our egos be slain.

A funeral calls for no weather
Wether faces draw near
Contemplating
Proclaiming "He deserved better! ...

At the very least,

Didn't he deserved her here?