tedbedlam

Blood covers lover's hands
Incantating substantiations
Ghost of older souls of
We wish we used to be

Cold the load we carry
Bird shat gravity to be buried
and cover the graves like leaves
of who I tried to be

Work our ways from backwards
Paths built hazards but I can't
Unlearn the love you teach me
Broken stuck on bended knee

Please forgive me for forever
When together with perspective
Mine meant something that
Yours might not have been




A ten minute four stanza pile of shit. Enjoy thouroughly as I surely have. Inspired by the rambling words of Iron & Wine