Funeral

If my words haunt you, then cry me a river…

If the ballads could tell a short narrative about how things went wrong, it wouldn’t be possible

I know deep remorse lives within your heart

I know the troublesome in which God bestowed upon hasn’t left your bedside

Through my eyes

I sense the defiant nature in which we created

The anchor in which was made was heavenly engraved, couldn’t pass away, throughout the long lost days, the strife in the neck that touched the silver spoon wouldn’t be so hard to persuade

Fueled by rage

This drastic end in which time will not allow us to meet again has me thinking why does there always have to be an end

A solid foundation was laid, made from ivory and stone, worth every piece of skin, every single bone, but yet couldn’t leave us alone…

Happiness is persistent when it wants to be

Your eyes saw what they only wanted to see

Now the gates are open and the tides are high, my sonnets still sound like a lullaby, truth be told I wish we had more, wish there wasn't less, now I must put these feelings to rest….

I guess I’m not ready to say goodbye