Bridges from reality to my mind
have been crashing...
I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...
They drew the curtains up and fell in line
swayed slowly to the music so old in time...
floating through an orchestral valley-
the sun glances over the shoulders...
It's easy to wound when your pain is on show
Defend with revenge and hurt with what you know...
Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore...
You were more than a friend,
We were closer than family...
A lonely walk through frozen flowers
to a sea, tinged with the stress of red...
She was born an innocent
with ivory cheeks, button nose...
I've found out why I have few friends,
why phones lay quiet in my hands...
I had to-
let go of the...
If only-
you could really see...