A fraction of joy,
think of me
As if
there were something to miss.
Bury flowers in my heart
So beauty
could take hold.
I remember
the look on your face —
So serious.
As if some treacherous
harm,
Were inflicted.
Let me wish
For no more,
As wishes
Are the death of
Rational thought.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
A fraction of joy,
think of me
As if
there were something to miss.
Bury flowers in my heart
So beauty
could take hold.
I remember
the look on your face —
So serious.
As if some treacherous
harm,
Were inflicted.
Let me wish
For no more,
As wishes
Are the death of
Rational thought.
