My emotions scare me
when I succumb to them...
I wrote to you last, talking about the day,
that your spirit slipped away...
He doesn't hide under my bed
Nor does he hide in my closet...
Threw my pennies in the well,
wasted wishes, can't you tell...
On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...
He put me on my knees
Told me not to speak...
Our footprints will fade
But still made an impression...
I'm damaged but somehow I still manage
my pain no one truly understands it...
But it’s weird isn’t it?
How the thing that you watch destroy someone else...
When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...
I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...
Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...