unwillingly mine.
I'll light a candle every year on your birthday.
I'll touch the flame and pretend it's you.
I'll snuff it out and feel guilty immediately after.
I'll relight it.
Is this all you've left me?
Words and prose and rambles
Here for me to decode and decipher.
Is this all you've left me?
Two tired eyes and too tired tears
Your voice saying; "God bless and goodnight."
Is that all you're going to leave me!?
God bless and goodnight.
God bless and goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
•RENAISSANCE•
Poetry"there is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between."- albert camus renaissance (french): rebirth
