But tell me how to manage
With a handful of questions...
She lurks along corridors,
mimics shadows of fire...
Early morning sighs
of a cricket's mating...
Sun light radiates
the blonde fields...
I feel a faint ticking in my chest
before another shiver grasps my spine...
Don't worry.
Don't let me make you forget...
Little Brannon I love you so
you may not be able to talk but you should still...
The Pieces that were left never felt right...
feeling down as I look up at the night...
I flew across midnight, as the blue moon cried,
no soul insight but my own, walking on stars...
My veins bleed through these
stoned hands- sleepless yet...
Smile love,
It's okay...
With her back to me a woman sat alone
Around her an aura of sadness and pain...