Ambushed words locked in
Your throat wanting to crawl
Out like dozens of spiders,
Down the shallow empire it
Won't stop rising even when there's
No sun/to dry up on ones tears,
Walked into this hand
Incocent face don't you go
But you go,
They'll hurt you, I'm thinking
They'll try to tear you in particals,
But you'll smile even when inside you
Is a storm waiting to wipe away their whole excitence
You'll smile, you fool why?
Sometimes your
Flowers are given to the wrong person
When they didn't see the progress
Of your seed,
But we'll keep walking
This road tell our feet ache
And find home on the tallest tree,
And we'll find peace on the quietest sea
And you find strength in the past that'll
Build/you & Me tomorrow over the three hold of
None predicted tomorrow.
-ashes poetry
