At the tender age of sixteen,
My darling was taken away,
To heaven or hell,
No one knows…
Her life a gamble,
And her death so,
Inconsiderate,
She just had to go…
What do I do now,
At the tender age of sixteen?
Without her caring presence,
And uplifting grace?
Perhaps a drink,
Maybe a smoke,
While she still yet,
Watches me.
Ruin my life in her name,
To see if we become even,
In pain and equity,
It hurts to be…
Without my darling,
Trish, the meek.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
At the tender age of sixteen,
My darling was taken away,
To heaven or hell,
No one knows…
Her life a gamble,
And her death so,
Inconsiderate,
She just had to go…
What do I do now,
At the tender age of sixteen?
Without her caring presence,
And uplifting grace?
Perhaps a drink,
Maybe a smoke,
While she still yet,
Watches me.
Ruin my life in her name,
To see if we become even,
In pain and equity,
It hurts to be…
Without my darling,
Trish, the meek.
- From Birds Flying Into The Eclipse Of Mars
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