Look at me in my sunken eyes
and tell me your hollow truth.
About how I drowned you over and over
when I'm the one rotting in seaweed.
About how my kisses were too hard
when my lips are swollen and hips are bruised.
Oh but sometimes the drums weren't enough to keep up with you
and we both know you just can't peel someone from the inside out.
Yes,we both know closure isn't an option.
You were such a saint.
So dark...lovely. Troublesome. This is one of those things that seeps into my heart and the recesses of my mind...it will enter into my dreams I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteI miss you. I wish you were here, but alas, you are 100s of miles away.
You inspired my blog, and have inspired me personally very greatly. You are one of my keepers. I want to keep you too.
Light up the world,
LIGHTHOUSE
p.s. bring the dark to the light.
Laura, I miss you so much it hurts! I'm awful honored that you say those things about me and I wish I could see you! I miss making music with you and having our long drawn out talks and you should know that you have inspired me as well.
DeleteHope you're doing well darling!