covered in questions
as I walk between the dates on the stones
stones, roses, dates
and questions
and the rain that
drowns fatal guitar strumming
i need to crawl
to beg for the pain of truth
so i may lay with her
when they turn their backs
to beg for the pain of truth
so i may lay with her
when they turn their backs
It seemed like the mourning of loss........
ReplyDeleteyes Dan, a funeral.
ReplyDeleteSharp writing.
ReplyDeleteEconomic, no messing,
very cool...