Seeyalater
What's the word for when You're family is more than Just blood.
Poet and Storyteller
What's the word for when You're family is more than Just blood.
It has all come to a head, The decision made: I'm moving. I'll take the least familiar step To live and to love under the same roof.
There are tents in the park where I live. The canvas garrison of a strong-willed few, Warring one more futile war - However much their cause is true.
The cautious morning Brings the worst of warnings- It seems that dawn brings war- Sing Monstrosities on the western wind, Peace and safety made of porcelain, Not time enough to see the outer gates...
The light wandered slowly- Across your skin. In the hours as the sun rose, I watched- Shards make their way from the crest of your head Down to shoulder blades- And beyond.
There once was a man by the river, Who felt an unnatural shiver, He turned in his stride, To an awful surprise, Some arsehole had taken his liver. -AB.
The world seemed smaller today, Every coloured door closer to it's step. The letterbox a gaping hole, Grinning for some unknown news.