It all makes sense
The relevance
the evidence
of being Heaven sent
sentenced to a soul hell bent
on surviving off of you

the hate
is not you but the date
space
in time
you remind
him
of when he didn't love himself

when love lingered at the bottom of bottles
he swallowed
woke up more hallow
then the night before
yet once more
we get drunk off these broken pieces

we search for peace in leeches
walking but never running free
on knees
attached to leashes
its a doggy dog world
baby girl

boy  bye
you still high
traded what earth yields for what man provides
you're still addicted
still tripping
tricking yourself
into submission
to be on a mission about what
if not your fathers business

your journey starts with you
your journeys heart is in the center of you
your journey can't begin without all the parts of you

I'm right here
my piece needs no sculpting
pain pressed me into a smooth finish
rounded what was rough
fine tuned what was noise
its all music now
echoing in this heart of mine
in this heART of rhyme
in this season of harvest
the best of times

& as the sun fades, we draw our shades
substitute in hot choc where there was lemonade
longer nights
much shorter days
the absence of light
reveals lifes largest graves

the trees appear to be dying
the grass appears to know
that it will rest from rising
soon held down by snow
but the children will still greet it
it will cushion their fall

& now only now will love truly be, for, us, all <3