I sound like I did then.
Crunching of footsteps on broken glass
without hearing the tears.
Who asked for me?
Cause I didn't know.
If they led me I followed
like a sheep into slaughter.
I ought to go back and sleep.
I haven't slept in days
and I'm wasting away in hunger.
Thunder was my friend
and the rain made me smile.
It still does right?
And so do you.
I was wrong to say
I was done. This was over.
I was wrong to feel
like it all was no good
and
I know that I love you.
My light. My light garden.
Beautiful and silent
just like the sounds
of my tears.
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