The joy of a child,
running through a graveyard.
The laughter of children,
echoes from the gravestones.
A figurehead in porcelain,
set in a volcanic necklace.
A queen,
a goddess,
an Angel.
You disappear with the fragments of my mind,
they can not hold you forever.
Were your name not etched in stone,
I would surely forget you.
To remember you
is to render us void
If only i could learn to forget
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
The joy of a child,
running through a graveyard.
The laughter of children,
echoes from the gravestones.
A figurehead in porcelain,
set in a volcanic necklace.
A queen,
a goddess,
an Angel.
You disappear with the fragments of my mind,
they can not hold you forever.
Were your name not etched in stone,
I would surely forget you.
To remember you
is to render us void
If only i could learn to forget
