There's no more reason to burn the photographs
the notes, no more room for the ache I carry
Gone are the summer nights and moss covered trees, the scratchy green army blanket we shared
Long street was the shortest way to get to where I realized I can't fix me and maybe everyone isn't supposed to be fixed
My mind is an ocean, rapid waves of heartbeat, oxygen in short supply, deep holes of darkness swallowing me
and I have been a fearless warrior
I have mellowed in sunlight, drank the stars in the eyes of a most desired love
I've hidden quarrels, buried their power in salty graves
Slit my lips on on summer's devoted aphrodisiac of sugared plums, sent loved ones love and hope in an envelope
I hid my madness in a mattress
I faced sorrow that ripped my souls canvas and changed my place in this world and to most
I sometimes appear too alone
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