i grieve for stray souls and
to love again seems beyond
the bounds of possibility
i taught myself poetry
as we die but it won't and
i yearn to remember vividly
i paint your face across all
madness it exists in
my head
it screams to undo the
happiness for suffering
to shed
if you could choose between
tolerating and forgetting
which one would it be?
i seep into the cracks of lost
will to promise
i won't let the world turn
you into nobody
o darling, life's just like that
swipe away your tears and love again
my everything is gone
but in you i'll forever live on
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
