Just another beautifully broken memory to write about.
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Perhaps you have convinced everyone else, but are yet to convince yourself.
about the lovers that we’ve held
all is fair in love and poetry
If there is something I know well.
Eternity never expires and forever is where we begin.
So that I can soon honour me
And all that I have become
And all that I am soon to be.
And no matter how much you want to escape them
You will never escape yourself.
And the L and O and V and E at my feet, won’t change it…
six feet deep.
Apologising for the sinful hands I clasp together
I ask Him.