The imperfect sunrise of mourning
Tears glittered by sugar and spice
like regretful words of self tormenting
My tounge of coals is removed twice,
Silenced from former end fights,
Forgiveness is found in remembering
She'll never know how my heart pings
FM static wet windows and cold
lost in moments of sun shards shimmering
All the way down the road.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
The imperfect sunrise of mourning
Tears glittered by sugar and spice
like regretful words of self tormenting
My tounge of coals is removed twice,
Silenced from former end fights,
Forgiveness is found in remembering
She'll never know how my heart pings
FM static wet windows and cold
lost in moments of sun shards shimmering
All the way down the road.
Ever been thinking while taking the kids to school? I have.
