Your love left me long ago
But I buried the bricks of this house that your sadness once built,
Though you branded your name into my heart, so I could love no other
I still feel the long lasting burn of our last night,
Your silhouette,
It still has the same effect, but of course you dont know that though
Departed, no grace, should I let you go?
We never could find eachother in the dark,
I guess we were hiding from each others past,
I guess we’re hiding from one another,
We don’t need to run anymore
I dreaded even heaven when it comes to leaving your side
So the feeling of being under a cypress tree,
With you under the green
Knowing that you’re watching me about 6 feet deep
I’ll keep your headstone decorated
With scented candles and notes from our friends while other ghosts convene,
In your beauty rests both my life and my death with my tired mind,
So I’ll be the poet and you be the poetry
Joining broken hearts and story telling scars,
Falling inlove with the frost of an overcast,
Interwoven in my skin and bones,
Was the fractured dream of dying alone,
The heartache and pain of a lovers complaint,
Is the burnt out story of man made misery,
Let me near your lips like caffeine
And let me run into your heart and keep you breathing through your veins
I would not bend my knees
To the unmantled chaos
That left you in this place,
At night I hear you call my name,
I feel the warm of your body underneath the sheets,
You life is now poetry,
Burn your name into my soul
There’s a rhythm to my misery,
And it’s you,
When you are old and you are grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once,
And of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face run