Dont forget to rest
Your sweet acorn eyes...
Truth is, I still love you,
in the quiet ways I don’t admit out loud...
If our souls meet again,
let mine forget hers...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
You asked -
"Please? Would you do it...