Grieve, and the world grieves with you,
lose your mind, and you'll lose her too;
for the sad old toys pay no due,
but has no reason to cause a ruse.
Breathe, and the stillness will answer,
fake her laughter, and you'll fake being a father;
the gentle tapping of her feet no longer play dancer,
but ghostly taps fill your anger.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Grieve, and the world grieves with you,
lose your mind, and you'll lose her too;
for the sad old toys pay no due,
but has no reason to cause a ruse.
Breathe, and the stillness will answer,
fake her laughter, and you'll fake being a father;
the gentle tapping of her feet no longer play dancer,
but ghostly taps fill your anger.
