As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...
A youthful but wounded soul
You never really felt whole...
This is not an ode to Freddy,
Though his words seem rather apt...
Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...
To end,
My trembling heart...
beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...
I've written down all the words I could have said.
They're on the walls that keep me captive...
Forget me cause You left and my son is growing up...
I sit there and I tell him the truth: I say son...
Guys!!! Have I ever told you?
I probably haven't, but I love you...
I am laying here in the early morning with you...
You are only two weeks old but it feels like you...
The moments I have with you is a precious gift...
The moments I spend with you are beautiful...
To whom I love when I get to see you smile it...
To whom I love it when your eyes light up like how...