I have been very ill for the past couple days, so headway on anything at all has seemed to seise. Although, I did write a song. I think it could be the song I am most surprised by, and proud of. And didn't record it seeing as I have no voice for singing. But I assure you, soon. I will have it up soon.
To: Many People Whom I Won't Mention, From: Me
Do you think it’s the worst thing that you’ve done?
That you met her, and that you met her on the alter?
And now you’ll die, go and die, but will He save you?
Are you scared? Are you scared that he won’t?
I don’t really wanna know…
All those nights that you cried, you were perfect.
You are perfect, the best thing I had.
You stood up, you tried you best, no one knew,
You were perfect, and crying,
I can’t stop knowing, It was my fault.
Will Mary take your hand? Do you know it for sure now?
Or are we all little pieces, of something, together
Together, or all apart?
Little pieces, at the bottom of a lake,
Will He save you? I don’t know if I should know.
I know you regret it, taking her hand,
Holding her tight, letting her go,
But I’m sure damn glad that you did,
I begin to understand now,
I’m so lucky, damn, I’m so lucky.
We were dancing on rooftops,
I pushed you, I pushed you off,
And you fell, of so far,
But you found a new roof top,
I’ve felt so bad, broken one too many roof tops.
Now I have my solid ground.
It’s not a poem, it’s your life.
It’s your fucking life. I’m so sorry.
She was perfect too.
There is nothing I can do.
I’m so sorry. Damn, I’m so lucky.
Jeffery Trees, and crucifixes.
I only hear her breath when the wind hisses.
You moved too far away, no one loves New Mexico
She misses you, please come home.
Please know, that I’m sorry, that I couldn’t stay,
And yes, it was a mistake
And who are you? You beneath that rib cage?
Behind this sternum, where something beats?
You are alive, and always in hiding,
But only from yourself. I pray for you, but to whom,
I do not know.
wow
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