I said my final goodbyes
And you never even knew...
Autumn is here, then the rain will fall soon,
then the butterfly will make a cocoon...
I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...
Want to keep silent,
just to live, but seeing faults...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
I told her that she is me-
If I’d had parents the way she has me and her...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Why does my mind play tricks on me
Room is still...