Three strokes
Hospice
Many hospital visits
Many home visits.
Surgeries to get rid of it, to coil it
None of them worked
She's holding on to life.
Lord, it will be hard on us
Only you can know
But I know she and grandpa will be better,
She will not be hurting anymore if you return her
To the soil and bring her home.
She just needs to go home again.
Why Pastels?
Why blues and greens and purples?
There should be a black flower.
A flower to face all evils.
One that when you pulled the last petal off it showed
Your wildest dream.
A wishing flower.
Every petal dropped makes your wish clearer.
With a wish your smell arises and you smell
What you long for and
With each petal your wish comes true.
As the clock strikes ten
The machine shuts down.
The lights turn off
The doors lock.
The night life comes alive.
Your routine is still the same.
Your routine is still false.
My heart jumping at the sight of you.
I want you to understand.
I have had no other love
You are my one and only.
Can it be true?
Has my fairytale come true?
I see you walking from the car in uniform.
Getting closer I realize...
I have made a terrible mistake...
My fairytale crashes, I fall.
Who told me this story?
Who promised me my fairytale ending?
The promise made that ended all rational thought.
causing my world to go crazy.
Everything based on that one fairytale,
To reach it just once.
Remembering my fall I look into those eyes.
The eyes I will never forget,
I see the sympathy, but wonder
If I would eve
My heart jumping at the sight of you.
I want you to understand.
I have had no other love
You are my one and only.
Can it be true?
Has my fairytale come true?
I see you walking from the car in uniform.
Getting closer I realize...
I have made a terrible mistake...
My fairytale crashes, I fall.
Who told me this story?
Who promised me my fairytale ending?
The promise made that ended all rational thought.
causing my world to go crazy.
Everything based on that one fairytale,
To reach it just once.
Remembering my fall I look into those eyes.
The eyes I will never forget,
I see the sympathy, but wonder
If I would eve
As the clock strikes ten
The machine shuts down.
The lights turn off
The doors lock.
The night life comes alive.
Your routine is still the same.
Your routine is still false.
Why Pastels?
Why blues and greens and purples?
There should be a black flower.
A flower to face all evils.
One that when you pulled the last petal off it showed
Your wildest dream.
A wishing flower.
Every petal dropped makes your wish clearer.
With a wish your smell arises and you smell
What you long for and
With each petal your wish comes true.
Three strokes
Hospice
Many hospital visits
Many home visits.
Surgeries to get rid of it, to coil it
None of them worked
She's holding on to life.
Lord, it will be hard on us
Only you can know
But I know she and grandpa will be better,
She will not be hurting anymore if you return her
To the soil and bring her home.
She just needs to go home again.
I haven't been on in awhile. Hoping to start writing more soon, I haven't written in forever. Been working a lot, going to school, etc. Also been working on my other hobby-photography.