I'm scared. Soon, I will lose my better half....
I don't know what to do or what to say,
I can't see her anymore because my mother doesn't want me to remember her this way.
What does one do after their other half passes before them?
Do they scream, cry, rage?
If anyone knows what to do, I'd love to to be told.
Fire, it's said that it burns in our veins
Fire, the destroyer, and creator of new beginnings
Fire, it is powerful beyond our kin
Fire, both good and evil in nature
Fire, took my house, and my old life
Fire, gave me a new beginning
Fire, stole away old problems
Fire, saved my family from debt
Fire, eye opener for me
Fire, showed me not to take life for granted
Fire, a thing that saved my life, by saved my life by destroying my old past
Fire is good.
It showed me the light when I was plunging headfirst into darkness
Fire is the burning flame, found only in the great depths of our house
People choose war over peace.
Why? I do not comprehend.
We state we are the intelligent species,
Yet we make rules, only to bend.
People choose war over peace.
Why? I still don't understand.
May we be the intelligent species?
If so, why are our lives at hand?
I'm scared. Soon, I will lose my better half....
I don't know what to do or what to say,
I can't see her anymore because my mother doesn't want me to remember her this way.
What does one do after their other half passes before them?
Do they scream, cry, rage?
If anyone knows what to do, I'd love to to be told.
Fire, it's said that it burns in our veins
Fire, the destroyer, and creator of new beginnings
Fire, it is powerful beyond our kin
Fire, both good and evil in nature
Fire, took my house, and my old life
Fire, gave me a new beginning
Fire, stole away old problems
Fire, saved my family from debt
Fire, eye opener for me
Fire, showed me not to take life for granted
Fire, a thing that saved my life, by saved my life by destroying my old past
Fire is good.
It showed me the light when I was plunging headfirst into darkness
Fire is the burning flame, found only in the great depths of our house
in your own sweet way
you told me it’s been
a long day. a pounding
at your temples, tears starting
in one corner of an eye.
your elbow on my shoulder.
my hand hesitating toward
your forehead, feeling fierce heat there
of whatever lowly illness dared disturb
the carefree, short-skirt soul
i had come to know.
“warm?”
again, a hesitation.
a tightening at the corners
of your mouth. hear no evil, i thought,
see no evil (tears sat
now on your cheeks like diamonds),
speak no evil.
“a little,” i said.