Helen's engagement ring was that of a forget me knot and In truth, she never did forget that ring never left her finger until till It was passed to my Daughter sadly on her passing Her wedding ring I wear with mine that also never left my finger from the day we married so proud of my wedding ring and to have been husband to my wonderful wife Helen
The engagement ring worn by Helen that of a forget me knot she never forgot
The knot in my stomach is far too easy to tie, I don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown overly-sensitive, Or if I’ve become so harshly allergic to my feelings, But anything is enough to bring me to my knees, A string of words laced in specific pattern, Or a series of music notes arranged just so, They bring back my past, Loss, and abuse grief, and anger, They bring back words meant to knock me down, And hits meant to ****. Every time it’s the same, The same ache coursing through my veins, The same jerky shake of my hands, The same way I recoil from my own body in disgust.
With the disease spreading like wildfire, You really don't know who's clean and who's not, About who doesn't have a black dot And who's past is an entangled knot. But I wanted to give it a clear shot And make this relationship work topknot Because you looked handsome and hot And you had in my heart, a soft spot So I ditched my parents who cradled me to sleep in that apricot cot Shoved in tight the values they had taught Stayed out all night yet didn't get caught But their daughter was one in a lot. They trusted her at the sound of a gunshot That night, I sent them a snapshot Of us in the parking lot wearing yellow shirts with Polka dot They finally lent a free thought And understood that I had for him a soft spot.
Humanity is a knot And humans are the strings We are connected by our actions Until we choose to disconnect By plucking our own individual strings And start unraveling ourselves from the knot Once enough strings are removed The knot is untied As we've lost connection Strings are now subject to the wind And begin to wither without the knot And without the strings The knot is nothing What brings the knot back Is war Fueled by famine We tangle each other in terror Where the strings must be maneuvered with precision So we may form a knot
The shroud of strings blinds itself As war wraps us in calamity But after all the wars we've fought Is this the connection we've got? Humanity is a knot