For a friend and her dear husband, who will soon...
Just because you see it rise...
They said two months three days ago...
Last night I get a call saying hospice...
I have this friend who is no more
Cant get over it anymore...
All these words are ugly;
so I take a step to breathe to leave it all behind...
Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...
I see you through these broken bones,
the damage is done; have mercy...
You are my guiding angels.
You are my shining lights...
The animalistic choking
As I laid and suffocated...
I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...
I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl...
Gold;
by every bone in my marrow...
Tom Wood was a friend
He didn't deserve to die...