My death
is something I long for...
I miss you like I miss California thunderstorms...
because the storms there are unparalleled: you...
Isolation is when you wake up
with someone else's dream on your tongue...
What do you do, when it simply hurts too much
when all you thought you could believe in...
I've tried to mend my heart
But it aches with every beat...
Oh beautiful princess with tears in your eyes,
whatever has made you so sad...
You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
You are
The Queensland cane fields I keep...
Over the rigid and dreary mountains,
down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks...
I grit these teeth of mine,
often reciting respectful...
I can feel myself falling into despair
Reaching for your hand but it's no longer there...
Upon a silent goodbye,
your apology meant...