I opened my eyes to an invisible script
Engraved carefully by his salty hands...
The
journey...
We used to stroll new and bright
under the summer sun; the things...
A blow to the back for the spot I left on a bowl-
It's what I deserve...
Tell me what you want...
I can't read your mind...
all I have left
in place...
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...