Mary stayed at home
John worked in the mill...
Running my fingers across the stone the carved...
Loved By All But Died Alone...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled...
If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...
Upon one morning they buried my soul
as if my limbs were rooted; not...
There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night...
On a Monday morning September 17th, 2007 my life...
If only I could have saved her.
If only I could have known her name...
Why should we give a damn about each day
There already numbered anyway...
My heart is heavy
I am drowning in tears...
The ties binding our souls
Stretch between life and death...