IN THE TURN OF A TEASPOON

so here I am
the earth takes another turn
without you...without you

I'm tied
to this earth
you're held captive by Death

sometimes I wish
that I could rescue you
but all I do...is...cry

all I got is my grief
Death the thief
only smiles

the earth takes another turn
(without you...without you)
so here..I am. . .


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How even in the turn of a teaspoon with the freshly brewed cup of tea still smoking grief steps through the festive fun and we are greeted with the ghost of Christmas past. A teardrop later and the thought is pushed to the back of a mind and the ******* is taken out and the whole false ** ** ** of it all begins again. . .