photographs, memories
stillframes in my mind.
treasure hunts, easter eggs
lost for me to find.
bloody sheets and pillow stained
fingers chill and numb with pain
roll the dice, you've lost the game
shadows on the windowsill.
shadowed light, on the wall
tower's high, so far to fall
broken poppy stands up tall
death in disillusion.
picture frames, melodies
songs are songs of time,
pillow fights, sister begs
mecy for the crime.
gasp for air, water blue
life in silver bubbles.
don't forget, or maybe do,
with love comes fear of troubles.
No comments:
Post a Comment