Sticks and stones
may break my bones...
Holding on to a thread
Of which we weaved our love...
Whatever I thought was there
Is now too hard to see...
You always play
from the sidelines...
She falls
and she breaks...
Lights turned down low, candles are lit,
casting flickering shadows upon the wall...
The perpetual travel,
A climb to the top...
Remember me when she ask about your past
Tell her what we had, never meant to last...
Again been playing those "get over him"...
Trying to fool myself as I'm singing passionately...
In this eternal moment of complete silence...I am...
I reflect on all those things long gone...back to...
**This poem is long overdue to someone who I know...
We stood tall just like the mighty Elm...
Thoughts turn inwards
I deliver myself...