All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
Another 1-Finger Type Leave Leave it alone See how clouds swirl... Leave Leave it behind Smell autumn's arrival Hear dry foliage clatter Forgotten laundry Soon unpinned stems Come Come over here Touch dewed lawn Come Come to my voice Taste sweet apple Savor sour perfection Look Look my way Harvest this Not memory Do not mine Rockpile of thought The sun soon departs While it lasts Come cast a look Leave it behind I cannot In good conscience Leave him behind I cannot A poor boy confused Refuses to leave Ruddy-faced Blond, blue-eyed Delusion Does not know I cannot Pure in heart Look ahead I cannot A delicate child Scared to come Mussed clothes Bare of foot Fears, still Hasn't realized I cannot Quit him I cannot come To his aid We're both stuck Go on ahead We're all right here Say goodbye to autumn The sun, vistas Someday seen Before you go... Too dark I'll be here Until we meet again. I was beautiful once Realized too late Can't get it back Still inside me I keep reaching in But something different comes out Grasping Regretting Shrugging Energy spurned Humming deep within Teasing, reminds I was beautiful once Innocent, lost Still in a dark Husked heart Unsheathed When I near you Truth lighting My cavernous soul With no eyes I yearn to be within Reside with you Describe for me What's there So at least I can shed a tear I was beautiful once I did not know him At least I did Time forgot I feel him And he won't come out. |