TheDeceased
Ex-Bluelighter
A dead cloud resting limp in my arms
Her last breath a haunting memory
Another lost jig-saw piece of what used to make me smile
Yet three candles and a farewell is all that I can give her
It’s not enough to make up for all the time I didn’t spend
And nor are these words
They seem pale and insignificant in the wake of her death
An insult to her beauty
Because I can’t write well enough to do her justice
The dirt still thick under my nails from where I scratched her grave,
I type sweet nothing
Because this is all I can do
Her last breath a haunting memory
Another lost jig-saw piece of what used to make me smile
Yet three candles and a farewell is all that I can give her
It’s not enough to make up for all the time I didn’t spend
And nor are these words
They seem pale and insignificant in the wake of her death
An insult to her beauty
Because I can’t write well enough to do her justice
The dirt still thick under my nails from where I scratched her grave,
I type sweet nothing
Because this is all I can do
