I'm sure i caught her in a vulnerable state,
salty red cheeks staining her face...

Constantly having to pull myself up
so i'll tie a string to this ceiling...

I can't help but stand on the edge
of our life's tonight...

If only you could hear these words tonight,as you...

Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...

It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...

In your fairness, your unchanging smile,
though i know not, what it may be for...

I left you a note
on the end of your bed...

Oh how age does love so long,
passion may wander, but my soul endures...

The smell of sweet roses fills the room of days...
the sweetness, the deep blood color, dripping all...

I can feel it coming on again,
etching its way upon my bones...

I'll take a peak into the funeral home,
crouching on knees, at the basement window...