Love is laid low today because yesterday’s tomorrow will never feel the sun shower of the coming of your dawn.
The mist of the dewy air will not congregate upon the flush cheek of frost in your winter.
The utterance of your lilts will be only imagined in the resonance of the wind sifting through rustling leaves come autumn.
Melancholy sweet sonnets spill from hearts forsaken to the dissolution of flesh and breath.
Petals are swallowed into the sea… Scattered with the breeze… and lay at the feet of weeping willow trees.
Sorrow will fill the morrow and seep into the marrow of every memory borrowed… Striking true to
Ashes Turned To Mortar
On this hill
I’ve died again
There’s no victory
For trying
I taste a lost
That can never be swallowed
And I’m choking on the sorrow
Ignorance is the debit we borrow
I’ve suffered
Foolish notions
I capsize toiling
In the swells of my emotions
Hand to God...
My faith is truly slipping
And fate twist in the balance
Trying to find a reason
To keep on living...
I close my eyes
To see you how you use to see me...
(And I weep)
I hear your voice...
You said you’ll love me forever...
(And I try to breathe you in)
I dream of how you kissed me...
(So now I want to sleep forever)
The lov