Feb 2017
As I wept and layed upon
The ashes of
My love among
The hardly dead
And hardly dying
Fields of flowers
Lost but trying
Out
The different ways
They say to make it
In this mess
Once Fate has closed
The blackened box
What can you do
To pick the lock?
What can you do
But grieve and rock?
While one way only
Moves the clock
The ashes of
My love among
The hardly dead
And hardly dying
Fields of flowers
Lost but trying
Out
The different ways
They say to make it
In this mess
Once Fate has closed
The blackened box
What can you do
To pick the lock?
What can you do
But grieve and rock?
While one way only
Moves the clock
A friend of mine died this January, this one is about him and the struggle it takes to make it in this world when you're someone with love, peace, change and creativity in your soul. And the struggle one leaves behind when a flame like theirs is snuffed out of this life. I feel like there are certain people you are destined to meet in the next life and I think you're one of them Curly, may we meet again.
