You loved me so much I became terrified.
Now that I'm willing to give you all,
birds, chambers, music and beds,
but you are already lost.
I've lost you inside of a phenomen
people usually call it death.
I wake up every morning and the sun
it tells me I should call it love.
Your grave is not a sign,
your legacy is.
You liked to seek and trying to do so
you seed so many beautiful things.
It was hope you were looking for everywhere
but inside of you.
It was there. I know it because when you found me I was just about to jump off cliff.
But you said "Are you really not eating those fries?"
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, mainly considered poetry.
PoetryI'm giving the most important part of myself away right now, right here. My thoughts.
