there was a cycle of passing yet it turns around
when our hearts were knitted, together and bound
what was made not to part like the deep blue ocean
a rod lashed the waters and parted our devotion
my beautiful rose your sunshine my star
my wounds were stabbed deep it tore up my scar
a wandering comet i flew in in the night
as i invited the grave and went in without a fight
life blood throbs
bleeding heart
three words said
and you depart
a blind man’s gift
a deaf man’s gain
what then is left
as i inhale.
Uh, I feel my heart break just reading this and need a scotch. Good writing! Your style resinates deeply with me always
It speaks about the time not so long ago, one id like to move on but keeps lingering the mind to remember. Thanks Scott.