a story told I heard in passing
a face, a photo, some one laughing
shy eyes staring somewhere crowded
living softly, needing loudly
a funeral right outside my room
roses taking months to bloom
framing the past for all, revealing
black & white, every feeling.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
a story told I heard in passing
a face, a photo, some one laughing
shy eyes staring somewhere crowded
living softly, needing loudly
a funeral right outside my room
roses taking months to bloom
framing the past for all, revealing
black & white, every feeling.
