Shes comatose but walking
She'll tell you she's fine...
Whats on your outer self
without the completion of your heart and head...
Thoughts of you now sporadic
How can they be kept safe...
Snow coloured dresses
waiting, wanting...
I woke up one September morning
My baby never made it home...
Even though death parted us
It still counts that I broke your heart...
You planted some seeds
so deep in my heart...
To you it is merely a marker
that bears a persons name...
Twenty years from now,
I wanted you to know...
So sad to see
in eyes divided...
The Vividness of it all
So intact to this day...
The way you look
So sad and down...