tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
i saw her
again
at a coffee shop
downtown –
we met
each others gaze
before she met
the inside
of her sunglasses
it
was
a
spacial
experience
i remember
the day you became a ghost
an walked through me
if it was meant to be
there wouldn’t be
this
space
between me
and
you
if you could see
all the unsent messages;
you’d think bombs were going off
just need to see you
tonight
on our last;
for just a second
free
i would never hurt you
like they did,
the lie i tell myself
every morning.
it’s easier to pull the knife out
from the front,
that’s why
were so close
to feel the breathe escape
onto your warm lips.
i didn’t mean
for this to be
the end,
but it’s our time
maybe
will find one another
in a different life
take the change
go all in
full house
misery isn’t a buisness
just a yard sale
with all these roaming thoughts
running wild in a field of pollen
towards a wishing well
singing simple as…
the well joined in at the chorus
and it’s simple ass that