Drifting through the graveyard,
Of earth and gem and stone,
You know, you know, if here you go,
You never are alone.
The tears, they fall in fountains,
The petals, in a stream,
Between the loss of all but love,
A patch within the seam.
The tombstones, they show nothing,
And neither does the moss,
But every word you speak sounds out,
As crystal through the loss.
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I watched that crimson colour brew, Becoming rusty, reminding me of you... Of your last words, on your last breath. Before you left me, and went with death. But I pull myself from that dark scene.
You know, I could hardly help it. You were there, and now you're not. Unspoken words and sidelong glances, Your presence gone left a missing friend. I'm not a person from the perfect songs.
Fragrant silence,. Scented,. With hope, and memories seemingly nonchalant in violence. Melancholy breeze,. Attempted,. To soothe, to heal, old sins we breathed. Winter rain,. Relented,.
Have you seen my crazy little girl. She lives inside my crazy little world. She's got crazy little eyes. And she's got a crazy little smile. She's such a crazy little thing.
Really tired of the same fucking routine. Every Tuesday go to work get off at four. Every fucking Tuesday I sit at the first table by the window, you can't miss it.
Is grief just intense love that has no home; No longer a vessel to reciprocate. Lingering in the solemn air; A part of mourning we have to tolerate.
Now for the reality, what I'm like now that he's gone. I sleep with a line of three pillows parallel to my body so if I roll over, I can feel the rough outline of him next to me.
He is my angel, Down from heaven, Singing me into sleep, Cherish I do, When he appears, Sometimes I start to weep, "Look up to the stars, That's where I'll be" I do this most of nights, I stare at...
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